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Care too little, you will lose them. Care too much, you will get hurt.

—Unknown (via secretlyhoping)

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I crawled back into bed and pulled the sheet over my head. But even that didn’t shut out the light, so I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

—Syvila Plath, The Bell Jar (via foxbeak)

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Men are more interesting in books than they are in real life.

—Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (via itsfromabook)

(via literatureismyutopia)

Most of life is so dull it is not worth discussing, and it is dull at all ages. When we change our brand of cigarette, move to a new neighborhood, subscribe to a different newspaper, fall in and out of love, we are protesting in ways both frivolous and deep against the not to be diluted dullness of day-to-day living.

—Truman Capote, Summer Crossing (via itsfromabook)

(via literatureismyutopia)

Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.

—Jeanette Winterson (via wrists)

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Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you.

—Unknown (via areyouhappyenough)

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