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and the afterglow of your gaze...is the only sweater that I need
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pay attention to where you are going because without meaning you might get nowhere.
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if they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers
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sometimes answers come to you in ways that only you can understand
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the secret of the successful fool is that he's no fool at all
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you are existence itself
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what seems to be is always better than nothing
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you are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful
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Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve
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there is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness
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one day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence
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most misunderstandings in the world could be avoided if people would simply take the time to ask, 'What else could this mean?'
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this is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love . . .the more they give, the more they possess
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it's not my words that you should fear, but my silence. . . . .
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take care of the present moment because it is all that you will ever have
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you cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with
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tears are words that need to be written
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on the calm black water where the stars are sleeping, white Ophelia floats like a great lily
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pale skin, like porcelain. words touch, blushing cheeks rouged red
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I am made of memories ...and they will haunt you
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she is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands
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sometimes you are what they need and sometimes you are what they don’t understand, but don’t change
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we cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every second
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bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave
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she was heart and soul and she bled of love just as the night weeps darkness
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when you find beautiful depth in someone, nothing else will ever do
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she became dangerous to them when she no longer needed or cared for their approval
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you deserve to have someone who notices the emptiness in the air when you're not around
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some lands are populated entirely by heroes . . . . unhappy the land that has none
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in all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order
