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Genesca Abramovitz
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Two forms of darkness are there. One is Night… And one is Blindness.
“He experienced one of those moments of simultaneous confusion and clarity that belong to the drunk and the desperate.”
― The Ink Black Heart
― The Ink Black Heart
“God, I've missed you!" he said, and knew that he had, every day since he'd seen her last and most of all, perhaps on the days when he had not thought of her”
― The Fountainhead
― The Fountainhead
“But, you see, it's not what you do that matters really. It's only you."
"Me what?"
"Just you here. Or you in the city. Or you somewhere in the world. I don't know. Just that.”
― The Fountainhead
"Me what?"
"Just you here. Or you in the city. Or you somewhere in the world. I don't know. Just that.”
― The Fountainhead
“There was no such person as Mrs. Wayne Wilmot; there was only a shell containing the opinions of her friends, the picture post cards she had seen, the novels of country squires she had read; it was this that he had to address, this immateriality which could not hear him or answer, deaf and impersonal like a wad of cotton.”
― The Fountainhead
― The Fountainhead
“I had wanted to call him.
There were so many things I wanted to talk to him about.
And that I wanted to ask him about. But... I kind of hated myself... for feeling that way.
Because... thinking about Nomiya-san... felt like a betrayal of myself, of everything I'd felt for the past six years.
It made my feelings for Mayama seem like a lie.
Other people might think it's pathetic.
That I'm pathetic.
But my feelings for Mayama...
My love for him...
Was the only thing I had.
It was my treasure. My cold, bright treasure.
Dear God. I never wanted to be saved. I wanted to stay miserably in love with Mayama forever.
I wanted to stay in love with him for ten years, twenty years, so he would know just how strong my love was.
...Even though I knew that would be totally meaningless.”
― Honey and Clover, Vol. 9
There were so many things I wanted to talk to him about.
And that I wanted to ask him about. But... I kind of hated myself... for feeling that way.
Because... thinking about Nomiya-san... felt like a betrayal of myself, of everything I'd felt for the past six years.
It made my feelings for Mayama seem like a lie.
Other people might think it's pathetic.
That I'm pathetic.
But my feelings for Mayama...
My love for him...
Was the only thing I had.
It was my treasure. My cold, bright treasure.
Dear God. I never wanted to be saved. I wanted to stay miserably in love with Mayama forever.
I wanted to stay in love with him for ten years, twenty years, so he would know just how strong my love was.
...Even though I knew that would be totally meaningless.”
― Honey and Clover, Vol. 9
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