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"Finally, I laugh. Genuine and normal sounding. And then my date says the best thing that he couldpossibly say: 'It's okay. I haven't been on one of these [dates] in a while either.My smile triples in size.Josh grins. 'Just give me your hand.'W"what?'Your hand, he repeats. 'Give it to me.I extend my shaking right hand. And " in a moment that is a hundred dreams come true " JoshuaWasserstein laces his fingers through mine. A staggering shock of energy shoots straight into myveins. Straight into my heart.'There, he says. 'I've been waiting a long time to do that."
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"Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you."
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"When we are smitten, we await love to be "remontant and to be blooming over and over again, like remontant roses, with blossoms scenting through all the seasons of life. Passion and patience are to be good allies, though."
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"I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me."
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"Can you blame me, my dear, for looking on this attachment as a romantic folly inspired by that cursed Shakespeare who will poke his nose where he is not wanted?"
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"Surely the Cupid serving him was lefthanded, with a weak chin and no imagination."
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"No, it was not regret which made Anne's heart beat in spite of herself, and brought the colour into her cheeks when she thought of Captain Wentworth unshackled and free. She had some feelings which she was ashamed to investigate. They were too much like joy, senseless joy!"
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"You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not."
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"Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,What can I do to kill it and be free?"
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"Every line, every word was - in the hackneyed metaphor which their dear writer, were she here, would forbid - a dagger to my heart. To know that Marianne was in town was - in the same language - a thunderbolt. - Thunderbolts and daggers! - what a reproof would she have given me! - her taste, her opinions - I believe they are better known to me than my own, - and I am sure they are dearer."
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"Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame."
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"I just can't fathom why anyone would stand on a ledge when there's a respectable amount of walking space right next to it."
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"He snuffles. Oh, no.He's not going to cry, is he? Because even though it's sweet when guys cry, I am so not prepared for this.Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys."
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"It gets worse. Josh tell her that he loves her. She says it back. He touches her. She touches him back. And then they're losing their virginity on the floor of her bedroom beside her pet rabbit, Isis. A rabbit.Josh literally lost his virginity in front of a metaphor for sex."
Faith

"The directness of her question throws me. 'I don't know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities...to get together with someone. And we've both screwed up so many times'- my voice grows quiet - 'that we've missed our chance.'Anna.' Mer pauses. 'That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.'But-'But what? You love him, and he loves you, and you live in the most romantic city in the world."
Romance

"We're enveloped in pitch black. 'Wait here,' I whisper.'Are you getting your ax?'Handcuffs.'Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it."
Comedy

"They blinked in the dusk of the setting sun, a reminder that light was a recurring state."
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"They left me. My parents actually left me! IN FRANCE!"
Neglect

"Cricket Bell. I smiled into my phone. 'How did you get so wise?"
Perception

"Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time."
Depression

"I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do."
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