Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped. — Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
You know it’s never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It’s always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride. — Jodi Picoult, Mercy

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Lovely! Lovely!

Lovely! Lovely!

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Audrey Niffenegger | The Time Traveler’s Wife

Audrey Niffenegger | The Time Traveler’s Wife

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It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style. They affect us just as vulgarity affects us. Oscar Wilde | The Picture of Dorian Gray
At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves. — Chuck Palahniuk | Fight Club

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Heaven on Earth

Heaven on Earth