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“I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.”
― Lili St. Crow, Jealousy

“It's not that I want you to go, it's just that I don't want you to stay." - China Sorrows -”
― Derek Landy, Mortal Coil

“I understand addiction now. I never did before, you know. How could a man (or a woman) do something so self-destructive, knowing that they’re hurting not only themselves, but the people they love? It seemed that it would be so incredibly easy for them to just not take that next drink. Just stop. It’s so simple, really. But as so often happens with me, my arrogance kept me from seeing the truth of the matter.
I see it now though.
Every day, I tell myself it will be the last. Every night, as I’m falling asleep in his bed, I tell myself that tomorrow I’ll book a flight to Paris, or Hawaii, or maybe New York. It doesn’t matter where I go, as long as it’s not here. I need to get away from Phoenix—away from him—before this goes even one step further.
And then he touches me again, and my convictions disappear like smoke in the wind.
This cannot end well. That’s the crux of the matter, Sweets. I’ve been down this road before—you know I have—and there’s only heartache at the end. There’s no happy ending waiting for me like there was for you and Matt. If I stay here with him, I will become restless and angry. It’s happening already, and I cannot stop it. I’m becoming bitter and terribly resentful. Before long, I will be intolerable, and eventually, he’ll leave me. But if I do what I have to do, what my very nature compels me to do, and move on, the end is no better. One way or another, he’ll be gone. Is it not wiser to end it now, Sweets, before it gets to that point? Is it not better to accept that this happiness I have is destined to self-destruct?
Tomorrow I will leave. Tomorrow I will stop delaying the inevitable. Tomorrow I will quit lying to myself, and to him.
Tomorrow.
What about today, you ask? Today it’s already too late. He’ll be home soon, and I have dinner on the stove, and wine chilling in the fridge. And he will smile at me when he comes through the door, and I will pretend like this fragile, dangerous thing we have created between us can last forever.
Just one last time, Sweets. Just one last fix. That’s all I need.
And that is why I now understand addiction.”
― Marie Sexton, Strawberries for Dessert

“What you are to do without me I cannot imagine.”
― George Bernard Shaw, Pygmalion

“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
― Virginia Woolf

“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own / Three Guineas

“Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.”
― Virginia Woolf

“I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer? ”
― Virginia Woolf

“I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual”
― Virginia Woolf

“She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.”
― Virginia Woolf

“Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read and what I haven't read.”
― Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts

“It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes makes its way to the surface.”
― Virginia Woolf

“Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure”
― Virginia Woolf

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

“Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go. ”
― Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

“There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one’s cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.”
― Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

“To all the ships at sea, and all the ports of call. To my family and to all friends and strangers. This is a message, and a prayer. The message is that my travels taught me a great truth. I already had what everyone is searching for and few ever find. The one person in the world who I was born to love forever. A person, like me, of the outer banks and the blue Atlantic mystery. A person rich in simple treasures. Self-made. Self-taught. A harbor where I am forever home. And no wind, or trouble or even a little death can knock down this house. The prayer is that everyone in the world can know this kind of love and be healed by it. If my prayer is heard, there will be an erasing of all guilt and all regret and an end to all anger. Please, God. Amen.”
― Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

“إن من قال لك إن الرجل الذي لايبكي، بجهل ماهي الرجولة، فلاتخجل من البكاء يابني، لأن الدموع أرقى ماتملك”
― Yasmina Khadra, The Attack

“... Je n'en pouvais plus de me languir d'elle, je n'en pouvais plus de tendre la main vers elle et de ne rencontrer que son absence au bout de mes doigts. Je me disais: Elle va te repousser, elle va te dire des mots très durs, elle va te faire tomber le ciel sur la tête; cela ne me dissuadait pas. Je ne craignais plus de résilier les serments, de broyer mon âme dans l'étreinte de mon poing; je ne craignais plus d'offenser les dieux, d'incarner l'opprobre jusqu’à la fin des âges.”
― Yasmina Khadra

“...tout compte fait, je crois que mon tort était de ne pas avoir eu le courage de mes convictions. Je pouvais me trouver toutes les excuses du monde, aucune d'elles ne me donnerait raison. En réalité maintenant que j'avais perdu la face , je me cherchais un masque. Pareil à un défiguré, je me cachais derrière mes pansements qui me servaient aussi de moucharabiehs. Je regardais en cachette la vérité des autres, en abusais pour distancer la mienne”
― Yasmina Khadra, Ce que le jour doit à la nuit

“Le seul fait de rêver est déjà très important,

Je vous souhaite des rêves à n’en plus finir,

Et l’envie furieuse d’en réaliser quelques- uns,

Je vous souhaite d’aimer ce qu’il faut aimer,

Je vous souhaite d’oublier ce qu’il faut oublier,

Je vous souhaite des chants d’oiseaux au réveil,

Je vous souhaite des rires d’enfants,

Je vous souhaite des silences,

Je vous souhaite de résister à l’enlisement,

À l’indifférence, aux vertus négatives de notre époque.

Je vous souhaite surtout d’être vous.”
― Jacques Brel