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“You know,” I said, pulling my sleeves over my hands, “I don’t think people should talk every day unless they mean it.” She looked at me. “What do you mean by ‘mean it’?” “I mean… unless they plan to stay. To actually be there. Because otherwise, you’re just giving someone a habit. A dependency. And when you leave, it’s not just absence. It’s withdrawal.” She blinked, and said, “You’re not mad at them. You’re mad you let it feel like forever.” I laughed softly. “Exactly.”

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Book:I carried me here
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“I think the people who've felt the most unwanted are the ones who try the hardest to make others feel wanted. they know what silence feels like. what being misunderstood feels like. what it feels like to be chosen last. so when they love, they don’t do it halfway. they love like it’s the only thing holding the world together. they remember birthdays, favorite songs, the way your voice changes when you’re trying not to cry. they show up. every time. and even though they’ve been hurt more than they can explain, they still believe love is worth giving. even if it isn’t always returned.”

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Book:I carried me here
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“We proceeded to make way across the mighty Hooghly River, a monstrous offshoot of the Ganges, where we contemplated for a moment, our thoughts seemingly caught in the roaring southward current; there we gazed, toward where the city transitions into mangrove jungle, and somewhere a bit further to the southwest where all the rivers split infinitely like capillaries, where those famous Bengal tigers trod among the sunderbans. Peering in that direction, Bajju gripped the vertical bars just above the horizontal pedestrian railing, breathing slowly and silently, knees locked, still, despite being on arguably the busiest and loudest bridge in the world.”

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Book:The Local School
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“Of course, I couldn’t explain this vector calculus concept and so, slightly embarrassed in front of Rahul and the other Bengali students, I told Sanjit just that; he had cornered me, and honesty emerged as my only option. Simultaneous to my humiliating disclosure of the truth, Sanjit gradually inched toward where I was sitting. After hearing my reply, he slowly returned to his teacher stool and whiteboard, his back turned away from the class, the suspense building and his words impending, before turning around and breaking into speech, “Don’t trust your interior monologue. If you are asked something and you know it, then express or demonstrate it. Don’t just nod or say yes because then you are lying to yourself. Any ass can say yes, but not all asses can express it.” I modified my first impression: Sanjit was full of explicit aphorisms. Humbled, those words encouragingly rang between my ears for quite some time.”

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Book:The Local School
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“My pain is my art. I’ve come to realize that broken hearts speak the loudest truth and recovering ears are eager to listen. We drink up the lessons learned by those before us. We take this knowledge and fearlessly jump into our next disaster…we love as though we’ve never sat on the floor of our shower crying until 2 am. We continue as though we’ve never experienced the heartbreak that’s kept us awake for months. With a smile on our face, we dive into another, hoping to find our forever.”

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Author:Christian Lea
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“Every person has a secret inventory of "things". I call them objects of attachment - things that refuse to be forgotten. Perhaps it's a place, a smell, a business card. Whatever it is, they refuse to go unnoticed. These objects are enchanted, taking us back to another time or another place, where things are very different from the way they are now. They make us nostalgic. Playing back memories like old black and white movies, flickering with shimmer and warmth. They are hard to avoid - popping up when your mind is distracted. And regardless of what you threw away, or donated to charity, that is where you find yourself - staring at the game of Scrabble, wondering exactly how each piece used to fit. While I know my inventory and have studied it well, I often wonder which objects I am attached to. And I find myself hoping that one day you find me, unexpectedly tucked away in the back of your closet, or a messy desk drawer - and remember exactly what we once were.”

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Book:where i am
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“he put a veil over his wrongdoings that’s what he did it was tenderness and lust that’s what it was that’s what it looked like it should have been It should have been... but somewhere between the candied kisses and frigid disputes, came dead air and their love turned fictitious; misrepresented by Facebook posts and “cheerful” photographs his palms became like ice, his words like hail and he tore off the very mask that had fooled her But it was too late her body laid charred; tattered, weary and drawn her soul had vanquished the light was gone”

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Author:Alexis Bedard, The Stranger's Veil
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