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If someday the moon calls you by your name don't be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.

– Shahrazad al-Khalij

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If they ask you about me, tell them "She was the only girl who loved me with honesty, and I broke her.

-Shahrazad al-Khalij

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And then I've nature, art and poetry and if it's not enough, what is enough?

-Vincent Van Gogh

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Your hand touching mine, this is how galaxies collide.

– Sanober Khan

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But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

– Daphne Du Maurier

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I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keep little photographs of.

– Charles Bukowski

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I want to talk about everything with atleast one person as I talk about things with myself.

– Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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I want to talk about everything with atleast one person as I talk about things with myself.

– Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stood.

– James Joyce

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If chaos is a work of art, then my heart is a masterpiece.

– D. Antoinette Foy

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What he knew, he knew from the books, and books lied, they made things prettier.

– Hanya Yanagihara

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Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined, love me there.

– Rune Lazuli

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There are days when I adore you just a little more than a human being can adore.

– Vladimir Nabokov

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Today my forest is dark. The trees are sad and all the butterflies have broken wings.

– Raine Cooper

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If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.

– Unknown

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She did not want to move or to speak. She wanted to rest, to learn, to dream. She felt very tired.

– Virginia Woolf

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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it couldn't live anywhere else.

– William Faulkner