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“Her soul image is not a painting; it reflects that pure ‘love’ into my vacuum heart, filled with her existence.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

“The former burlesque queen waited for the man who’d make her his true queen.”
― Carol Strickland, The Eagle and the Swan

“We might even make this after all,’ he hollered, but the craft didn’t reply.”
― A.R. Merrydew, Inara

“was he connected to the hitman? I didn't worry about it”
― Edward Williams, Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution

“Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.”
― Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

“There were a lot of these middle-aged single types in the neighborhood, shipwrecked by every kind of catastrophe, but she was one of the few who didn't have children, who lived alone, who was still kinda young. Something must have happened, your mother speculated. In her mind, a woman with no child could be explained only by vast untrammelled calamity.

Maybe she just doesn't like children.

Nobody likes children, your mother assured you. That doesn't mean you don't have them.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“The men lived for the moment the boat ascended to the surface and the hatch in the conning tower was opened. “The first breath of fresh air, the open conning-tower hatch and the springing into life of the Diesels, after fifteen hours on the bottom, is an experience to be lived through,” said another commander, Martin Niemöller.”
― Erik Larson, Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania

“I understand my parents quite well. They think of a wife as a man’s luxury, which he can afford only when he is making a comfortable living. I have a low opinion of this view of the relationship between man and wife, because it makes the wife and the prostitute distinguishable only insofar as the former is able to secure a lifelong contract from the man because of her more favourable social rank . . . Which”
― Robyn Arianrhod, Young Einstein: And the story of E=mc²

“Dance, Ballerina, dance, and do your pirouette
In rhythm with your aching heart,
Dance, Ballerina, dance, you mustn't once forget
A dancer has to dance the part,
Once you said his love must wait its turn,
You wanted fame instead, I guess that's your concern,
We live and learn...and love is gone, Ballerina, gone...”
― V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic