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good God GET ON WITH IT ALREADY

whaWHAT did his mouth do in Croatia??

If I ever behave this way with a “friend,” club me over the head. And club them over the head too.

oh this girl TORTURED this guy

“Safety is an illusion manufactured by power. You can only be safe if someone else is not. So don’t be afraid.”

“I am not human, and this grief is alien to me.”

“Much like the debased parlor science of mesmerism,” he would chuckle, “the power of my art resides in you. If you are receptive to it, you shall absorb the rose’s meaning.”

oh so this is just harry met sally?

good god this book is taking me years to read

I WILL NEVER EMOTIONALLY RECOVER FROM THIS.

"Should I waste my time with fear? Whether pleasant or wild, Fate must be put to the test."

I'm in LOVE with Dorian and Sorscha

"Much may be saif in favour of him who cultivates plants. The man of the pot is far more humane than he of the scissors.: We watch with delight his concern about water and sunshine, his feuds with parasites, his horror of frosts, his anxiety when the buds come slowly, his rapture when the leaves attain their lustre."

"In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends. We eat, drink, sing, dance, and flirt with them. We wed and christen with flowers. We dare not die without them."

"In the trembling grey of a spring dawn, when the birds were whispering in a mysterious cadence among the trees, have you not felt that they were talking to their mates about the flowers?"

He has become modern, that is to say, old and disenchanted.

“Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.”

“Niuka, horncrowned and dragon-tailed, resplendent in her armor of fire. She welded the five-coloured rainbow in her magic cauldron and rebuilt the sky… Niuka forgot to fill two tiny crevices in the blue. Thus began the dualism of love-two souls rolling through space and never at rest until they join together to complete the universe. Everyone has to build anew his sky of hope and peace.”

“The outsider may indeed wonder at this seeming much ado about nothing. What a tempest in a tea-cup! he will say. But when we consider how small after all the cup of human enjoyment is, how soon overflowed with tears, how easily drained to the dregs in our quenchless thirst for infinity, we shall not blame ourselves for making so much of the tea-cup.”