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"I never travel without my diary.  One should always have something sensational to read in the train."

"All women become like their mothers.  That is their tragedy.  No man does.  That’s his."

was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?

...we never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.

But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them

Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend.

I just think it’s bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is. And I think it’s bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

It was a Monday, and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

I don't know if this was real for London, but I had this kind of dreams in my childhood, so I feel a little creepy now 😨

Լավ գրողները սերտ շփման մեջ են կյանքի հետ։ Միջակները սոսկ հպանցիկ սահում են մակերեսով, իսկ վատերը բռնաբարում են այն և թողնում ճանճերին կեր:

A SMALL BUT NOTEWORTHY NOTE
I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men.
They are not.
They're running at me.

I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.

She walked over and did it again, this time much more slowly, with her hand facing forward, allowing the dough of her palm to feel the small hurdle of each book. It felt like magic, like beauty, as bright lines of light shone down from a chandelier. Several times she almost pulled a title from its place but didn't dare disturb them. They were too perfect.

-Ախր ո՞նց կարող եք իրար սիրել ու ատել:
-Դրանից էլ հեշտ բա՞ն:

He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.

... he could never understand the sense of a contest in which the two adversaries have agreed upon the rules.

like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you
A boy who loves you.