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"i don't know how i feel about this yet. it's a very grey book for me right now, and im hoping that as the characters find peace and acceptance the book will grow lighter and happier. because it's very heavy right now. it has, however, made me have a laughs." — Jul 14, 2015 02:10PM
"i don't know how i feel about this yet. it's a very grey book for me right now, and im hoping that as the characters find peace and acceptance the book will grow lighter and happier. because it's very heavy right now. it has, however, made me have a laughs." — Jul 14, 2015 02:10PM
“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that
without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
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without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
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“It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.”
― Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
― Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
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“Every great love starts with a great story...”
― The Notebook
― The Notebook
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