Vol. 3 Ch. 2. P. 2
Sometimes, it feels like we’re all just part of the game. And I don’t even know who’s playing.
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Prayer is when one hand, having nobody to hold, reaches for the other, in a sweet and silent plea.
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And if ashes are all that remained of me,then I shall content myself in knowing that, at least at one point, I have burned.
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Some people are beautiful like the ruins are: Their charm comes from having survived and then being forgotten.
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Those little people you nurture in your head, don’t you think they deserve to be born? Get your pen, or your paint, or your clay, or your bricks — anything that would let them out — for in the open,...
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I am at this point when staying silent is no longer an option. My spirit is at war with my chosen path. My insides are revolting against their daily grind. I know I should leave. But I cannot move.
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Whenever I start missing you, I turn to the pages of my old journal — and there you are, among my words, untouched by Life that separated us.
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You want to know what makes people laugh. I want to know what makes them cry. We’re different that way. But we both know our goals are the same. We just want to know if we’re just like them.
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Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Sometimes, it provides soil for the wounds to grow.
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I found a place for us. It isn’t your paradise nor mine – just an island ready to take orphan souls like you and I.
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Until now, I wonder about the things you were thinking when you jumped. Did you think it was the only way out? Or were you just trying to get into some unknown territory? I wish I knew. I wish you...
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You may have destroyed all that we’ve worked for, but that wouldn’t stop us from working.You may have buried our dreams, but that wouldn’t stop us from dreaming. Like all the others that have come...
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Once in every girl’s life, a Peter Pan comes along, asking her to fly, bringing her to the second star to the right, and then leaving her in the morning.
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We’ll never get to the bottom of this because we are too afraid that all we’ll find is an empty space.
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You go to museums to learn about the history of things. But you do not know where to go to learn about yours.
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