Love & Misadventure Quotes

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Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I'm present, am I here at all?

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Without a doubt, I must read, all the books I've read about. See the artworks hung on hooks, that I have only, seen in books.

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Saving You The darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him. Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he's gone again.

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What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me— said all at once.

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Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I'm present, am I here at all? Is there a written rule book, that tells you how to be— all the right things to talk about— that everyone has but me? Slowly I am withering— a flowered de...

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You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too.

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Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds - it was you I fell in love with first.

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Do you know what it is like, to lie in bed awake; with thoughts to haunt you every night, of all your past mistakes. Knowing sleep will set it right - if you were not to wake.

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She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary. For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.

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I don't think all writers are sad, she said. I think it's the other way around— all sad people write.

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Xs and Os Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

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The scatterbrain, is a little like, the patter of rain. Neither here, nor there, but everywhere.

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In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.

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The Wanderer What is she like? I was told— she is a melancholy soul. She is like the sun to the night; a momentary gold. A star when dimmed by dawning light; the flicker of a candle blown. A lonely kite lost in flight— someone once had flown.

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