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“I didn’t say I liked it. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.”

—   Oscar Wilde, adapted from The Picture of Dorian Gray  (via thatkindofwoman)

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This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her

—   This Is How You Lose Her || Junot Diaz   (via thatkindofwoman)

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“We are always falling in love or quarreling, looking for jobs or fearing to lose them, getting ill and recovering, following public affairs. If we let ourselves, we shall always be waiting for some distraction or other to end before we can really get down to our work. The only people who achieve much are those who want knowledge so badly that they seek it while the conditions are still unfavorable. Favorable conditions never come.”

—    C.S. Lewis, The Weight of The Glory   (via thatkindofwoman)

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“I’m not surprised that you don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, I just don’t think that very many people, especially your age, would be able to keep up with you. You know you are and you know what you want to do. Your eyes light up when you talk about your passions, and you’re not afraid to defy social norms and be who you are. And all this, this scares people.”

—   The best compliment I’ve ever received.  (via thatkindofwoman)

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“It seemed like you could know me. Like you could understand anything I told you. And the more we spoke, I knew why. The same things excited us. The same things concerned us.”

—   Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via larmoyante)

"There’s one thing that you must realize," he said heatedly, "and that is that acceptance is always a matter of choice, love always a matter of preference. If you wait until you meet absolute perfection before getting involved, you’ll never love anyone and never do anything."

—   Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins (via violentwavesofemotion)

“When you’re in love like that, you become utterly selfish. Nothing that happens to anyone else matters at all or is a matter of any consideration. You just end up sort of focused, intense, and just wanting to consume the object of your love, and nothing else exists.”

—   Stories That We Tell (2012) dir. by Sarah Polley (via violentwavesofemotion)
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