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Stronger than lover’s love is lover’s hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make. EURIPIDES
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
“It becomes different. More distant, I guess. The pain changes. It dulls. It’s always there, but it doesn’t always rip your heart out, you know?”
Mourning is sometimes a dull ache that won’t leave, and other times it’s like pricking your finger on a needle hidden in a shopping bag.
