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Sanhita Baruah

"Sometimes, he gets on my nerves;At other times, I burn the ladder."

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Amber Hurdle

"I prefer having sex with myself rather than with someone who wants something instead."

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Amber Hurdle

"Lovers look in the pants, they look in the eyes."

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Amber Hurdle

"Polygamy is about sex, whereas monogamy is about love."

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Amber Hurdle

"Meeting, for the first time in person, someone that you've 'known' for sometime online = Taking the relationship to the 'previous' level."

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Amber Hurdle

"We fellowship with God when we fellowship with people."

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Amber Hurdle

"She had accepted him as he was and had spared him a great deal of loneliness. He had been unfair: while his imagination and vanity had given her too much importance, his pride had given her too little. He discovered the cruel paradox by which we always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage."

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Amber Hurdle

"People who inspire such contradictory emotions must be worthwhile, I reasoned."

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Amber Hurdle

"I had never really thought of marriages as things that involved liking. I had just assumed this man-woman arrangement was yet another adult quirk, like flossing."

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Amber Hurdle

"People do change. And no matter how close we once were, and how much we opened up to each other, maybe neither of us know anything substantial about the other."

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Amber Hurdle

"I'm my beloved's and my beloved is mine."

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Sanhita Baruah
"Fictions are realities we don't think of, that are happening to people we know nothing about."

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Sanhita Baruah
"Someday you shall meet someoneWho's gonna look at you in awe - Flying high, wings all spread, And wonder how it'd be likeTo clip those wings, Tie those feet down, And cage you forever...When you hit the ground, Remember to run"

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Sanhita Baruah
"Yesterday, she shed tears, keeping her head on my shoulders. And I think she's not going to be fine because I know she won't. Because a couple of years back, I wasn't.And when you know that you've fallen hard on a cold ground and are still lying there, what do you tell others who are taking the fall?You close your eyes. You accept to lie there a little longer. But I lie on my bed now, and it's a little too warm today."

Grief

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Sanhita Baruah
"And then what's the whole point if you're harsh to those who love you and soft to those who don't care."

Life

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Sanhita Baruah
"Never follow the crowd....Until and unless you're crossing the road."

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Sanhita Baruah
"Let it rain on some days, Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it's Spring you'll know why it was all worth going through."

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Sanhita Baruah
"And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep... you take a book to read... you take a pen and a paper to write...you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep... yet nothing helps... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon."

Imagination

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Sanhita Baruah
"Sometimes, he gets on my nerves;At other times, I burn the ladder."

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Sanhita Baruah
"But sometimes, when she'd be all by herself, walking home late in the evening on a crowded street she'd be afraid of her own shadow following her."

Fear

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Sanhita Baruah
"May be the power lies in the hands of the one who holds the gun... so he just presses the trigger whenever the slightest streak of anger passes his mind... and after a few haunting days he roams freely in the country without fear .. and what about the one who faces the wrath and bears the bullets? He leaves a movement behind... but haven't such movements always been ephemeral? Is death the price you need to pay to open the eyes of those who care but just for a couple of days?"

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