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““November comes and November goes, with the last red berries and the first white snows. With night coming early, and dawn coming late, and ice in the bucket and frost at the gate. The fires burn and the kettles sing, and earth sinks to rest until next spring.””
— Clyde Watson (via:  gildedautumnvelvet)
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MEMORIES!🦋
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inthebookishworld · 2 years
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Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.
Jean Paul Sartre
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“Too much joy, I swear, is lost in our desperation to keep it.”
— Ocean Vuong
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Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.”
Cyril Connolly
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We all have our time machines, don't we? Those that take us back are memories... And those that carry us forward, are dreams.
H.G. Wells, The Time Machine
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“Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.”
Stephen King
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“How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!”
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) American essayist, lecturer, poet
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Without pain, How could we know joy?
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And if you could find something to admire about someone else, I hope you'll at least try to do the same thing—to yourself.
why would it be so hard? // ma.c.a
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“Sometimes the point is to be sad, August. Sometimes you just have to feel it because it deserves to be felt.” -Myla
Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop, p. 345
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What is love? Is it the way sun binds itself with the clouds to give it a golden touch, or the way the rainbow seeps in through the grey to add back some color? Is it just the way two lovers look at each other or the way a poet looks at the moon. I guess I would never know yet it gives me immense joy to think about that feeling, the familiar warmth that goes down your spine, the familiar place where you feel at home
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“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.”
— Unknown
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