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"Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle - it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?"
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"Even at the Gallagher Academy, they don't teach you to break somebody's heart."
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"I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem."
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"That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart."
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"It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted."
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"I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine."
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"Titus, have you ever had your heart broken?'Oh, son. How could you ask a man who used to play the blues a question like that?'How long does it take to go away?'A broken heart?'Yeah.'There's no precise formula, Sammy.'Just give me an estimate.'A good rule of thumb is at least half the time that you were in love. Or twice the time. It all just depends."
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"My hopes were all dead --- struck with a subtle doom, such as, in one night, fell on all the first-born in the land of Egypt. I looked on my cherished wishes, yesterday so blooming and glowing; they lay stark, chill, livid corpses that could never revive. I looked at my love: that feeling which had been my master's --- which he had created; it shivered in my heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle; sickness and anguish had seized it; it could not seek Mr Rochester's arms --- it could not derive warmth from his breast. Oh, never more could it turn to him; for faith was blighted -- confidence destroyed!"
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"Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching."
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"What was I to you?" he asked. She didn't answer but turned and walked away. That's when he knew: Nothing or everything."
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"You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid."
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"Did you know Grandfather would give the poems to me? I ask.'We thought he might, my mother says.'Why didn't you stop him?'We didn't want to take away your choices, my mother says.'But Grandfather never did tell me about the Rising, I say.'I think he wanted you to find your own way, my mother says. She smiles. 'In that way, he was a true rebel. I think that's why he chose that argument with your father as his favorite memory. Though he was upset when the fight happened, later he came to see that your father was strong in choosing his own path, and he admired him for it."
Sensitivity
"Everyone has something of beauty about them. But loving lets you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved whole, or a beautiful sum of beautiful parts. But when you see the one you love as pieces, as why's, you can love those parts too, and it's a love at once more complicated and more complete."
Detail
"One of the things I've always liked about my husband is he's very good at lots of stuff. He was an English teacher when I met him. He wrote poetry and played the guitar. As time went on, he decided to go into economics, so he's very analytical and mathematical in addition to his artsy side."
Talent
"But then I realize that even if I did have a soul, it's not as though someone else would be there. It would only be more of me."
Memory
"And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing."
Fulfillment
"At first when the rain fell from the sky so wide and deepit smelled like sage, my favorite smellI went up on the plateau to watch it cometo see the gifts it always broughtbut this rain changed from blue to black and leftnothing."
Rain
"He's throwing everything he can into the air on the chance that something might take flight. And we're the smallest, weakest bird."
Risk
"Ky still looks at me and I wonder for a moment if he is going to ask me what I am thinking about. But of course, he doesn't. He doesn't learn things by asking questions... He learns by watching."
Observation
"They both have in common their conviction that they are still learning, still growing, when in fact they have long ago lost that ability."
Resilience
"I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over."
Longing
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