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"I like music,' she said slowly, 'because when I hear it, I...I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once."
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"Love and hate, despite their polar opposites, are both feelings that are induced by passion. I can handle that. It's the indifference I don't know how to process."
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Personal Development
"Are you a kind of person who likes to keep all your emotions hidden from the people around you! Do you prefer restraining your feelings a little too much! In that case, you must know that too much emotional suppression can have catastrophic impact over your body."
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Personal Development
"My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn't quite understand."
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Personal Development
"Down the road of hate, at every busted corner lurks the need for love."
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Personal Development
"The good news is that opportunities for love enter our lives unpredictably, whether or not we've perfected self-compassion or befriended our inner critic."
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Personal Development
"Nothing in my life has ever felt so good, yet hurt so achingly bad."
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Personal Development
"Fear and Love are the two emotional pillars of survival."
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Personal Development
"It's amazing what the sound of a voice you've been longing to hear can do to your heart. He spoke five words just now, but in the time it took him to speak those five words, my heart was shredded and minced, then placed back inside my chest with the expectation that it should somehow know how to beat again."
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"It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace."
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Personal Development
"More and more, the hardest part of crying is when I can't stop."
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"I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn."
Devotion
"There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful."
Darkness
"Kaltain just squeezed Elide's fingers. "You find Celaena Sardothien. Give her this. No one else. No one else. Tell her that you can open any door, if you have the key. And tell her to remember her promise to me-to punish them all. When she asks why, tell her I said that they would not let me bring the cloak she gave me, but I kept a piece of it. To remember that promise she made. To remember to repay her for a warm cloak in a cold dungeon."
Promise
"He opened his mouth, but stopped as he beheld her smile. Though she had no regrets about her choice, she felt something strangely like disappointment when he said, "As you wish."
Romance
"Are you ashamed of what I've done?" she dared to ask. His brow creased. "Why would you ever think that?"She couldn't quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. "Are you?"Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head - but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open - soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. "Never," he said. "I could never be ashamed of you."
Acceptance
"Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall-and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home."
Social
"Why bother? Maybe the world's not worth saving. She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes."
Despair
"If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate."
Romance
"For long minutes, we stood there. Until I said, "Let's go find somewhere to eat " outside. "Hmmm. He showed no sign of letting go. I looked up at last. Found his eyes shining with that familiar, wicked light. "I think I'm hungry for something else, he purred. My toes curled in my boots, but I lifted my brows and said cooly, "Oh? Rhys nipped at my earlobe, then whispered in my ear as he winnowed us up to our bedroom, where two plates of food now waited on the desk. "I owe you for last night, mate. He gave me the courtesy, at least, of letting me pick what he consumed first; me or the food. I picked wisely."
Desire
"You do what you love, what you need."
Desire
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