Maybe love, too, is beautiful because it has a wildness that cannot be tamed. I don’t know. All I know is that passion can take you up like a house of cards in a tornado, leaving destruction in its wake. Or it can let you alone because you have built a stone wall against it, set out the armed guards to keep it from touching you. The real trick is to let it in, but to hold on. To understand that the heart is as vast and wide as the universe, but that we come to know it best from here, this plalce of gravity and stability, where our feet can still touch ground.
Deb Caletti 

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And ultimately, they find out everything: How you chew, how you sip, how you hum, how you dance. How you smell at every point in the day, how you are on the phone with your mother, the fact that many of your friends are shallow, that you always have to sit on the aisle, how you never really listen, how whiny you get when you travel, how you’re not gracious to her friends when they call, how certain game shows make you really really happy, how cranky you get because you’re too stupid to remember to eat, how you manage to get confrontational only when it’s with the absolute wrong person to be yelling at, how you don’t like the way you look in any picture you’ve taken since 1973, how you’re unable to get off the phone when you’re running late because you don’t have the ability to say, “This isn’t a good time; can I call you back?” How you have to lick certain fruits before actually eating them, how you have no ability to save receipts - all these things, and they still want to sign on. They still like you.
Paul Reiser, Couplehood

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Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone’s bad qualities because they somehow complete you.
Sarah Dessen (This Lullaby)

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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Crowfoot, 1890, as quoted in Catch the Whisper of the Wind compiled by Cheewa James

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I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.
Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943 

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Life may be defined to be the power of self-augmentation or assimilation, not of self-nurture; for then a steam-engine over a coal-pit might be made to live.
Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827 

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In small proportions we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.
Ben Jonson, To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison, 1640 

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Literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having children; life is the other way around.
David Lodge, The British Museum Is Falling Down, 1965 

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We are like people with short-term leases on summer cottages; we can never seem to make our provisions come out even with our stay.
Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960 

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Few of us write great novels; all of us live them.
Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960 

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