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"Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself?
Determined to finish this but man is it boring. Like bro, I get it, you’re cool and know a bunch of people." — 12 hours, 53 min ago
"Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself?
Determined to finish this but man is it boring. Like bro, I get it, you’re cool and know a bunch of people." — 12 hours, 53 min ago
“Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.”
― Throne of Glass
― Throne of Glass
“We each survive in our own way.”
― Throne of Glass
― Throne of Glass
“Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.”
― Frankenstein
― Frankenstein
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.”
― Frankenstein
― Frankenstein
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