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“Your memory feels like home to me.
So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.
Some people might find that strange.
But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.
And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“If you’re searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words â€� you won’t find it.
You can learn every language and read every word ever written � but you’ll never find what’s in your heart.
How can you?
He has it.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I had someone once who made every day mean something.
And now�. I am lost�.
And nothing means anything anymore.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I miss that feeling of connection.
Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“He was both everything I could ever wantâ€�
And nothing I could ever haveâ€�”
― Ranata Suzuki

“The last time I felt alive â€� I was looking into your eyes.
Breathing your air�. touching your skin�
� Saying goodbye�.
The last time I felt aliveâ€�. I was dying.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I try to do something positive â€� I socialise moreâ€�
But deep down I know the truth.
An entire world of people can never replace the one that I’ve lost.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“Suddenly it seemed to me that I looked back from a great distance on that smile and saw it all again - the smile and the day, the whole sunny, sad, funny, wonderful day and all the days that we had spent here together. What was I going to do when such days came no more? There could not be many; for we were a family growing old. And how would I learn to live without these people? I who needed them so little that I could stay away all year - what should I do without them?”
― Jetta Carleton, The Moonflower Vine

“I know he wasn’t perfectâ€�
But he did the best impression of it I’ve ever seen.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I had always wanted to hear those words.
I had always wanted to be your girl.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“What can ever equal the memory of being young together?”
― Michael Stein, In the Age of Love

“Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting oneself in grave danger in order to complete the mission. Even though I did not become all those things, and unless my predisposition, in its youngest years, already had me leaning towards them, the interest that was there still shaped my philosophies. To this day I honor risk and sacrifice for the good of others - my views on life and love are heavily influenced by this.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fineâ€� but feeling like I stumbled.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“How often had she wondered what would have happened if she'd remained with Jonathan? Not often, but regularly over the years. It was impossible not to have imagined that rejected future, a life of many countries, of vast and enduring adventure, of tiny rooms and rental houses. It was the sense of missed opportunity that returned to her, frightening but real, overwhelmingly real.”
― Michael Stein, In the Age of Love

“Places are supposed to look smaller when you go back to them, but my road just looked schizoid. A couple of the houses had had nifty little makeovers involving double glazing and amusing faux-antique pastel paint; most of them hadn't. Number 16 looked like it was on its last legs: the roof was in tatters, there was a pile of bricks and a dead wheelbarrow by the front steps, and at some point in the last twenty years someone had set the door on fire. In Number 8, a window on the first floor was lit up, gold and cozy and dangerous as hell.”
― Tana French, Faithful Place

“If she left- when she left- Antarctica would be a memory, than a memory of a memory, and eventually it would just be a story. Pearl would be just a story, a swirl of remembered feelings, someone she'd talk about at bars to strangers who would become friends and then strangers again.

All these stories, what did they add up to?

A life?”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“As I grabbed my cocoa, chocolate ran down my hand.
"This makes me feel like a five-year-old," I said, licking it off.
"If I ordered a sandwich at this place, do you think they'd cut the crusts off?”
― Mindi Scott, Freefall

“Today, it felt like time should be measured by how much of the future she had left, and needed to be counted forward. She felt proud listening, as if somehow Jonathan Parish's speech reflected on her, as if she could take credit for some part of it, for him.”
― Michael Stein

“I wonder, Byx," said Khara, "amid all the comfort and ease you have now, do you ever miss the days when we were racing from here to there, in constant danger, running for our lives?"
"No," I said. "Not at all."
Tobble shook his head. "I sure don't."
"Me neither," Renzo agreed.
"Nor do I," said Khara.
It didn't take a dairne to know that all four of us had lied.”
― Katherine Applegate, The Only

“im always thinking of going back. when lots wife looke dover her shoulder, she turned into a pillar of salt. pillars hold things up, and salt keeps things clean, but its a poor exchange for losing your self. people do go back, but they dont survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. such things are too much. you can salt your heart, or kill your heart, or you can choose between the two realities. there is much pain here. some people thing you can have your cake and eat it. the cake goes mouldy and they choke on whats left.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

“I have to look forward, into a future where you cannot be. Instead of back, to a past filled with what we had.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, One True Loves

“We lived hand in hand with the sand, the wind and the sun. When the wind blew strong, the sand from the sea whirled up and violently battered the Mud Whale. The grains would get inside the keep and stick to people's skin. When the sun shone, the mud walls, the drifts of sand, and the grains on people's skin all sparkled.”
― Abi Umeda, Children of the Whales, Vol. 1

“Flowers blossom and wilt as the moon waxes and wanes.

Having to be apart from the people you love is the toughest.

You would lose all meaning from this scene if you continued to think back on the past.”
― Rifa Coolheart

“It seemed that after years and years of being stuck, things had all come lying loose at the same time.”
― Alison Walsh, All That I Leave Behind: A powerful, heart-breaking story of family secrets

“I remember the pissaladière. We stood there watching them cook and eating that soft, oily bread. Back then I was so poor I was living on bread and cheese, and the flavor of olives and anchovies went straight through me."
He stopped, and when he spoke again, his voice was lower, as if he was summoning the words from the air. "The wine was flowing, and the celery was crisp. Richard had found some old farmer who gave him a great ripe wheel of Brie that dripped off the edges of the bread. Richard and that crazy chef kept arguing, but it wasn't a fight, it was a seduction."
Stella wanted to ask what they had argued about, but she was afraid to interrupt the rhythm of his words.
"Richard wanted to keep it simple--- you know how he is--- but that chef had his own ideas. I remember he started dicing fish and mixing it with onions, tomatoes, and little bits of celery. 'Limes!' he said. 'I must have limes!' None of us had ever heard of ceviche, and we were astonished. Then Richard concocted a chicken gratin with a cheese custard on top, and the chef made the most beautiful salad I'd ever seen. He threw everything into it--- pieces of lemon, bits of cheese, and then he took the violets out of the vase and tossed in the petals. It was beautiful.”
― Ruth Reichl, The Paris Novel

“In Calcutta, even a death day feels like a second chance.”
― Samraat Singh, The Shadows Reborn

“One day, you will reflect on your journey, and when you recall how bumpy the road you took was, you will smile and say to yourself, 'thank God I didn't give up.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Burn Like Fire