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“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“PS. I write to you in stings, Red, but this is me, the truth of me, as I do so: broken open by the act, in the palm of your hand, dying.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“What is the point, she thinks, of loving something you are doomed to lose? Of holding on to someone who cannot hold on to you?”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War