Believe me, I know what it’s like to feel all alone…the worst kind of loneliness in the world is isolation that comes from being misunderstood, it can make people lose their grasp on reality. Dan Brown, Inferno (via wordsnquotes)

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Night is beautiful when you are happy—comforting when you are in grief—terrible when you are lonely and unhappy. L.M. Montgomery, Emily’s Quest (via wordsnquotes)

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Stay inside your head long enough and you may get trapped there. Jayme K. (via wordsnquotes)

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What you are today and what you will be in five years depends on two things: the people you meet and the books you read. Twyla Tharp (via artificial-stroke)

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A mistake repeated more than once is a decision. Paulo Coelho  (via thelittlefrenchbullblog)

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I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

Kiersten White, The Chaos of the Stars

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You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason. Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via wordsnquotes)

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The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude. Aldous Huxley (via wordsnquotes)

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She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her. Joyce Maynard Labor Day (via wordsnquotes)

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I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity. Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via wordsnquotes)

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