Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself. — Mary Schmich, “Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young”
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Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear
“The Snow Queen” by Arthur Rackham
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Everything is gorgeous once it’s gone. — Wicked, Gregory Maguire
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Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you. — Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. — Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated