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“I’m not who I was one year ago and maybe, just this once, change is good.”
— E. Grin
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“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”
— Juliette Lewis
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“Words are so powerful. They can crush a heart, or heal it. They can shame a soul or liberate it. They can shatter dreams or energize them. They can obstruct connection or invite it. They can create defenses, or melt them. We have to use our words wisely.”
— Jeff Brown
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“Too many people are trying to find the right person instead of being the right person.”
— Unknown
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“You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.”
— Maya Angelou
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“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
— Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper
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“Tell me darling, would you still love me If I told you about the monsters I need to sing to sleep every night? If you understood the way I need to tiptoe across my own mind so I can fall asleep before daylight? if you knew where the nightmares came from, if you saw my scarred soul, would being with me terrify you? If you knew the full extent of the damage they have done to me, would you stay, would you still want to?”
— Nikita Gill, Questions I Am Too Broken to Ask
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“The Night is blue and black. The Night is silence, poetry and love. It is the dancers in their grave of bones, It is all transforming things. It is fate, it is freedom. It is masks and silver and ambiguity, It is blood; it is forgiveness; It is the invisible music of instinct.”
— Clive Barker, Abarat
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