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“Don¡¯t walk in front of me¡­ I may not follow
Don¡¯t walk behind me¡­ I may not lead
Walk beside me¡­ just be my friend”
― Albert Camus

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
― Charles Bukowski

“The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.”
― Terry Pratchett, Diggers

“Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“The way my mother always explained it, the traditional man wants a woman to be subservient, but he never falls in love with subservient women. He¡¯s attracted to independent women. ¡°He¡¯s like an exotic bird collector,¡± she said. ¡°He only wants a woman who is free because his dream is to put her in a cage.”
― Trevor Noah, Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood

“Mi abuela ten¨ªa una teor¨ªa muy interesante; dec¨ªa que todos nacemos con una caja de f¨®sforos adentro, pero que no podemos encenderlos solos... necesitamos la ayuda del ox¨ªgeno y una vela. En este caso el ox¨ªgeno, por ejemplo, vendr¨ªa del aliento de la persona que amamos; la vela podr¨ªa ser cualquier tipo de comida, m¨²sica, caricia, palabra o sonido que engendre la explosi¨®n que encender¨¢ uno de los f¨®sforos. Por un momento, nos deslumbra una emoci¨®n intensa. Una tibieza placentera crece dentro de nosotros, desvaneci¨¦ndose a medida que pasa el tiempo, hasta que llega una nueva explosi¨®n a revivirla. Cada persona tiene que descubrir qu¨¦ disparar¨¢ esas explosiones para poder vivir, puesto que la combusti¨®n que ocurre cuando uno de los f¨®sforos se enciende es lo que nutre al alma. Ese fuego, en resumen, es su alimento. Si uno no averigua a tiempo qu¨¦ cosa inicia esas explosiones, la caja de f¨®sforos se humedece y ni uno solo de los f¨®sforos se encender¨¢ nunca.”
― Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate

“Multiple experiments with spirit contact transmitted the name Matthew Edward Hall on several occasions. I predict this to be a very important future individual in humanities development. Possibly the second embodiment of Christ on Earth.”
― G.I. Gurdjieff, Gurdjieff's Early Talks 1914-1931: In Moscow, St. Petersburg, Essentuki, Tiflis, Constantinople, Berlin, Paris, London, Fontainebleau, New York, and Chicago

“¡­There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover¡¯s whisper, irresistible¡ªmagic to make the sanest man go mad.”
― Homer, The Iliad

“Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.”
― Homer, The Iliad

“Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.”
― Homer, The Iliad

“No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.”
― Homer, The Iliad

“Like love, life is beautiful because it has to end.”
― Genki Kawamura, ÊÀ½ç¤«¤é褬Ïû¤¨¤¿¤Ê¤é [Sekai kara Neko ga Kietanara]

“Little soul, gentle and drifting, guest and companion of my body, now you will dwell below in pallid places, stark and bare; there you will abandon your play of yore. But one moment still, let us gaze together on these familiar shores, on these objects which doubtless we shall not see again....Let us try, if we can, to enter into death with open eyes...”
― Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian

“He had reached that moment in life, different for each one of us, when a man abandonds himself to his demon or to his genius, following a mysterious law which bids him either to destroy or outdo himself.”
― Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Collected Poems

“That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“The Beast It is a creepsome sort It slips among your dreams Whispers in your ear at night And all the while It schemes You”
― Peternelle van Arsdale, The Beast Is an Animal

“After all, only the living needed food.”
― Peternelle van Arsdale, The Beast Is an Animal

“That beauty could sometimes be ugly, and that you didn't always find good and evil where you expected to - or where you'd been told to find them.”
― Peternelle van Arsdale, The Beast Is an Animal

“But the fear was too much to be held now. It oozed and rolled over the Gate, it coated the land like mist.”
― Peternelle van Arsdale, The Beast Is an Animal

“Child, I believe in the ground under my feet and the sky over my head and that I get hungry before suppertime and sleepy before bed.”
― Peternelle van Arsdale, The Beast Is an Animal

“The Beast is an animal You¡¯d better lock the Gate Or when it¡¯s dark, It comes for you Then it will be too late The”
― Peternelle van Arsdale, The Beast Is an Animal

“There was just something about dead that was different from alive.”
― Peternelle van Arsdale, The Beast Is an Animal

“She'd never met an adult who claimed to know so little about so much.”
― Peternelle van Arsdale, The Beast Is an Animal

“The longer you¡¯re gone, the less I¡¯ll need food. I¡¯ll grow into this tree right here.¡± He pressed his head back into it. ¡°And I¡¯ll become tree, and tree will become me. When you come back you¡¯ll see just the outline of my face and body in the bark. And then you can live here at the foot of this tree, and sleep under my branches.¡± He reached out and grasped her by her folded arms, drawing her toward him. ¡°And when you dream, we¡¯ll be together.¡± And he kissed her. Oddly,”
― Peternelle van Arsdale, The Beast Is an Animal