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At that moment I was sure. That I belonged in my skin. That my organs were mine and my eyes were mine and my ears, which could only hear the silence of this night and my faint breathing, were mine, and I loved them and what they could do.

—Dave Eggers  (via cite-belle)

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Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

—Albert Camus (via thatkindofwoman)

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For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.

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Tom Mcneal (via calloway)

I understand that I’ve probably been both the chapter, to some, and the book, to others. But. Heavy. 

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The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.

— Stephen King, Different Seasons (via 4mbivalent)

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Then she kissed him. Her kiss was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

—Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via flentes)

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