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"Much more likely you'll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I've got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands."
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"I embrace my sensitivity and let it enhance my joy every day."
"It seems my heart is made of tissue paper, I wish the world would handle it more delicately."
"Maybe we don't ever feel that sweetly untainted and wholly majestic kind of love that takes every longing captive because we are hopelessly entangled in the illogical fear that despite all of love's grand goodness, it might not be good enough to keep us safe."
"I enabled your tendency to be vulnerable and weak, and your habits of crying when 6,000 others were present for the music."
"I fear I have praised you too much too soon. Will I lose you in your shame of believing that you can never be what I think you are?"
"I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am."
"In acceptance, I am grounded. In vulnerability, I am strong. In love, I am whole."
"We both wanted to know each other's secrets, and we both wanted the other person to go first."
"A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man."
"I think in a moment of weakness, you might surprise yourself."
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"I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it."
"It is the reflection of my face. Often in these lost days I study it: I can understand nothing of this face. The faces of others have some sense, some direction. Not mine. I cannot even decide whether it is handsome or ugly. I think it is ugly because I have been told so. But it doesn't strike me. At heart, I am even shocked that anyone can attribute qualities of this kind to it, as if you called a clod of earth or a block of stone beautiful or ugly."
"With older people, it's quite different. They're reliable, they show you what to do, and there's solidity in their affection."
"But I can't see anything any more: however much I search the past I can only retrieve scraps of images and I am not sure what they represent, nor whether they are remembered or invented."
"My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them."
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