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“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.”
― Phyllis Diller

“I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot. ”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“What happens when people open their hearts?"
"They get better.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“No protests in the streets, just a button marked 'like”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You

“When love begins, it's easy for you to make something out of nothing.
When it ends, it's much harder to turn that something back into nothing.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You: Just the Words

“The things you struggle with today are the things you choose to struggle with.

Because you believe that what you want to accomplish, is worth struggling for.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You: Just the Words

“Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn't worry anyone.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You: Just the Words

“And you almost killed me. But I didn't die.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You: Just the Words

“Neither of us can do anything for forever.  Because forever passed away, long ago. ”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You: Just the Words

“Never give up on anything you haven't done absolutely everything to save. Even if what you're saving, kills you.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You: Just the Words

“If you've got the time, we can play a game. It’s easy. We just see if I’m the same shape as the space you have inside you. If everything fits, we both win. If it doesn’t, don’t force it. That's how you get splinters in your heart.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You: Just the Words

“Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who lets you draw cities on their skin with the tips of your fingers.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You and Only You

“Things just break sometimes. Maybe we should blame that third person we became, that personality we shared together. Maybe it's fault because you're a good person and I think I'm a good person too. We just weren't made for this.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You

“You taught me how to be alone. And I learned my lesson, in your absence.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You

“Just like you mistook lust for love, you have mistaken with being alone for loneliness. So I'm fine. Thanks for asking.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You

“The bad news is, your choices and intentions, some people and places, those nights spent awake and all you've done, can lead you to the bottom of the pit. The good news is, this wouldn't be the first time someone's crawled, tooth and nail, out of hell.”
― pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You

“Of course I need you. I go insane when I see you. You can do almost anything you wish with me. Is that what you want to hear? Almost, Dominique. And the things you couldn't make me do — you could put me through hell if you demanded them and I had to refuse you, as I would. Through utter hell, Dominique. Does that please you? Why do you want to know whether you own me? It's so simple. Of course you do. All of me that can be owned. You'll never demand anything else. But you want to know whether you could make me suffer. You could. What of it?" The words did not sound like surrender, because they were not torn out of him, but admitted simply and willingly. She felt no thrill of conquest; she felt herself owned more than ever, by a man who could say these things, know them to be true, and still remain controlled and controlling — as she wanted him to remain.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead