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“Your insensitivity neither lets me live nor die,
Your betrayal lets me neither smile nor cry,
I can't stand this parting of shores,
Be mine or make me yours.”
― Hareem Ch, Another World

“No sound, once made, is ever truly lost. In electric clouds, all are safely trapped, and with a touch, if we find them, we can recapture those echoes of sad, forgotten wars, long summers, and sweet autumns.”
― Ray Bradbury, Now and Forever

“I've watched a never-ending line of relationships crumple around me, with each sordid detail publicized to the world. I couldn't stand to hurt you that way.”
― Eden Summers, Blind Attraction

“I was never very fond of four-letter words but there was once a man who called me Hope; and I spent four long summers craving to find its synonyms.”
― Sanhita Baruah

“Charlotte had purchased the patio set at the local Goodwill when she first moved in, thinking of afternoons like this, softly fragranced with salt air and the sweet scent of the brugmansia blooms, exactly the kind of Southern coastal summers you read about in novels.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds: A Novel

“I feel bad for you, Nathan. This is some world you'll be raising her in. A world where a few rich sons of bitches take whatever they want, and kill whoever gets in the way.”
― Duane Swierczynski, Cable (2008-2010) #5

“Life is full of tragedies and death. You learn how to deal with those. You learn to cope. But it's impossible to do the same when all you have are questions. They gnaw at you. Dig down deep inside you. And there's only one thing that can keep it from overwhelming you. Faith.”
― Duane Swierczynski, Cable #6

“I keep having dreams about a lad I met back when
I was seventeen,鈥� Bliss was saying. 鈥淧erfectly innocent afternoon in its way. One of those endless summers. You never remember it raining in your past, do you? Just summers. We collected blackberries. Then we sat on the beach and talked. He took his shirt off. I kept mine on. I was too ashamed of my body to do the same. He was beautiful. So piss-elegant in his way. All cheek-bones and wrists. Tanned hairless skin. I wanted
to be the centre of his world forever.鈥� Bliss smiled, his eyes somewhere in the distance, away from the heat of all these people and their mindless chatter. 鈥淚t was just a kiss. That was all it was. A sweet, sweet kiss鈥� I never saw him again, even though I went back to that place every afternoon for a week.鈥� His eyes refocused and he glanced at Malcolm, at Oliver. His face was hard, his voice brittle. 鈥淚 found out he鈥檇 been hit by a postal van not two hours after we鈥檇 kissed. Died later that night in hospital. I overheard my mother talking about it. She said his name and I had to run away to the beach. I wept for hours. All gone, gone, gone.”
― Simon Avery, PoppyHarp

“Summers in Kallipolis
Winters in Thule
Autumns and Springs
In new lands with you -”
― Isbelle Razors