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@wraithofbooks
Writers remember everything...especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar. Art consists of the persistence of memory.
Misery, Stephen King
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“And I love you," Kieran said. "You are all that exists on the earth and under the sky that I do love.
[Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare]
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As long as there is love and memory, there is no true death.
Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare
When he faced her again, he had never looked to her so much like one of the Fair Folk. His eyes were full of feral amusement, a carelessness that spoke of a world where there was no human Law. He seemed to bring the wildness of Faerie into the room with him: a cold, sweet magic that was nevertheless a bitter at the roots. The storm calls you as it calls me, does it not? He held out a hand to her, half-beckoning, half-offering. "Why lie?" he said.
[Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare]
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“Keep this and perhaps remember me." Kieran's hands tightened on the arrowhead, his knuckles whitening. "The stars will go out before I forget you, Mark Blackthorn.”
[Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare]
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He can touch your soul. And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter.
Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare
“We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!”
[Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare]
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“Everyone is more than one thing,” said Kieran. “We are more than single actions we undertake, whether they be good or evil.”
[Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare]
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Being told that love is forbidden does not kill love. It strengthens it.
Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare
These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.
[Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare]
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You'll fix me, because we're parabatai. We're forever.
[Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare]
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You belong where you're loved.
Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare
Love means you see someone. That’s all. […] When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They’re in everything you do. They’re in the air you breathe and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. Their touch stays on your skin and their voice stays in your ears and their thoughts stay in your mind. You know their dreams because their nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your dreams too. And you don’t think they’re perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don’t frighten you away; in fact you love them more for it, because you don’t want perfect. You want them."
Lady Midnight, Cassandra Clare
Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.
1984, George Orwell
I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me.
1984, George Orwell
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In the face of pain there are no heroes.
1984, George Orwell
If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.
1984, George Orwell