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I could almost see tears on her face. She was saying goodbye to herself, playing her own requiem.

Arthur says that we should always make time for the things we like. If we don’t, we might forget how to be happy. Are you not happy, mr. Baker?

My bank account was growing now, especially from not paying rent. I preferred to think of it as time I could use later.

Beauty alters the grain of reality.

The world won’t come to me, so I must go to it…

Whether we believe it or not, we ARE the best thing since Swiss cheese.
Parmesan? Well… that’s debatable.

Expressing our weirdness is a baked-in superpower we all have, but for some reason, many are afraid of using it!

Although repetition might lead to the same unsatisfactory outcomes over and over again, repetition and patterns soothe the brain.

Although their intentions may have been good (“This is not good enough, and I just want you to be your best!”), hearing negative messages about your performance or being judged for your efforts constantly, especially when you feel you did try your best, makes you start to question whether anything you do will be good enough. In time, that critical adult’s voice morphs into your own voice.

Life isn't made of choices. It's made of trades. Some are good, some are bad, but they all have a cost.

“I could feign a passion.” Said Gascoigne, as Lydia laughed.
“Passion”, she said in a low voice, “is not to be feigned.”

They sought these women when they looked at Anna, but only partly, for they also sought themselves: she was a reflected darkness, just as she was a borrowed light. Her wretchedness was, she knew, extremely reassuring.

She can’t bear their pain as well. She can’t handle the weight of other people’s sorrow on top of this.

You can get almost anything to look normal if you make enough comparisons.

For the perpetrator, rape lasts just a matter of minutes. For the victim, it never stops.

Very few people have that effect. Very few people are tequila and champagne at the same time.

You are whoever they want you to be. You are more than enough, because you are not real. You are perfect, because you don’t exist. Not you. Never you. They look at you and see whatever they want. Because they don’t see you at all.