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“Camilla sobbed, and then gently pulled him onto her lap, stroking his head. 'Please. Please get up.' She had read enough fairy tales as a young girl to know that the prince was supposed to wake the love of his life with a kiss. But Envy was a demon, and Camilla was no damsel in distress. She pressed her lips to his forehead. He didn't magically stir.”

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Book:Throne of the Fallen
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“Can I say of her face—altered as I have reason to remember it, perished as I know it is—that it is gone, when here it comes before me at this instant, as distinct as any face that I may choose to look on in a crowded street?… Can I say she ever changed, when my remembrance brings her back to life, thus only; and, truer to its loving youth, than I have ever been, or man ever is, still holds fast, what it cherished then?”

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Book:David Copperfield
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“That hard sadness when the blue sky turns colorless in the forbidding dark of despair and I struggle like a robin nibbling at my depths to feel the fullness of poetry and all that is tender and sweet for I explode inside to be that drunken soul of summer and impossible dreams that lies deep inside my wellspring where the weeds turn to flowers and moors become mystical forests. Oh, how spring has awakened in my deeps as I desire to be all those things again--the youthful, hopeful, aroused wholeness again. So I can deliver myself to this world, enchanted in my depth”

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Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
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“He knew they didn’t have much time left, and that one day she’d walk out that door. Emma was never meant to be permanent, a warm breeze after the blizzard. Nothing more. Nick had prepared for that, told Skylar when she’d asked. He was ready for the return to working the rush alone and the lack of donuts to delight the customers. The business could survive without her. He just wasn’t so certain if his heart would.”

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Book:Mistletoe Latte
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“On that day, after a youth activity, another friend suggested we leave to go have some fun. I don’t remember where. Strange, that I’ve lost what this was about, though the rest of the scene is etched into the glacial part of my brain. One of us was old enough to drive, so we headed out to their car. Five seats. Six teens. They’d already counted. Without a word to me, the others climbed in. John gave me one hesitant look, then settled into the front passenger seat and closed the door. They left me on the curb. The car vanished, taillights flaring in the night like lit cigarettes. The memory settled in for the long winter. That night. Watching. Remembering John’s face, which was so strikingly conflicted. Half ashamed. Half resigned.”

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Author:Brandon Sanderson
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“Your father will be at the house party?" "He wasn't planning on going, but as soon as he finds out you and I will be there together, he'll change his plans. I have no doubt." The party would be excruciating with Warren York there. "And you don't trust him enough with the truth." Ellison nodded. "No way. He would tell me it wasn't worth it. He'd rather lose the company, lose everything, than imagine the two of us happily together, even if it's fake. Appearances are everything to him." I ground my teeth together again. "He hates me that much?" Ellison brushed past me to set his bottle next to mine by the sink. On his way out of the kitchen, he looked back over his shoulder. "No. He hates me that much." And then he disappeared down the hall.”

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Book:Hostile Takeover
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“Calder finally emerged twenty minutes later with a towel around his narrow hips, his long hair free and wet enough for huge fat droplets to slide down his chest and belly before disappearing into the white cotton fabric of the towel. He stopped short when he saw Robby, and for a split second, he felt like the earth stopped spinning. Would he ask Robby to go? Then Calder stumbled forward, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of Robby, burying his head in his lap. Robby's arms came around him automatically, his heart squeezing. "You're freezing, baby," he whispered, grabbing the blanket from the end of the bed and wrapping it around Calder's shoulders. Calder didn't speak, just snaked his arms around Robby's waist. Freezing water seeped through the thin material of Robby's underwear, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything but Calder who clung to Robby like he was a life raft. He folded himself over Calder like a shield, wanting to hide him from all of this but knowing that he couldn't. All he could do was offer him a safe place to grieve. "You can fall apart, you know. I'm okay. You don't have to stay strong for me or whatever." For a second, Robby thought maybe Calder would choose to ignore him, but then his shoulders started to shake and a jagged howl escaped, almost like a wounded animal, shattering Robby's heart into a million pieces. Tears slid down his cheeks as he did his best to just hang onto Calder as huge wracking sobs shook his body. He didn't know how long they stayed like that, long enough for Calder to run out of tears.”

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Book:Exasperating
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“He's in pain, an unrelenting agony that courses through every fiber of his being. Each moment feels like an eternity; each breath, a desperate gasp for relief from the torment that binds him. Time stretches on, seemingly without end, and the only thing left in his shattered memory is the gnawing hurt that eats away at his soul. Born into a world of cruelty and abuse, he's been shackled to a merciless existence on this unforgiving planet – a place where hope is snuffed out like a fragile flame in a storm, where each day is a gauntlet of pain that threatens to demolish whatever strength he can muster. Longing for reprieve and an end to his suffering, he feels trapped in a merciless cycle, haunted by a grim specter that appears to delight in tormenting him, mocking every futile attempt at happiness. In this endless dance of despair, he's left with nothing but the cruel weight of the agony that bears down upon his spirit like the oppressive force of gravity itself.”

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Author:﹁ Aʟʟᴍɪɢʜᴛ ﹂ Oꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ
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“I made a statue of the two of us, you know? And I put it on top of a mountain. Tourists came and took pictures, but none of you came to see it. So I made a song, and none of you heard it. And while I was recommended for special classes, you were the only one to get diamonds. So I took a photograph that you could put inside that necklace you got when you were sixteen... but I never saw it even close to your chest, where I should have been. You didn't even bother to open it… I lived, and none of you were there to celebrate my life.”

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Book:THE TRAGEDY OF HADES: A Tale Between Two Sisters (HADES
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“The new owners of the South Valley Street house, who described themselves online as people who "love dancing, practicing selfrealization, meditation, freedom, and investing," turned the Kardonsky-Cook home into an Airbnb. They named it "A Creek Runs Through It Olympic Mountain Retreat." It was one of the four properties they had purchased to rent around the Olympic Peninsula. The listing described the house as a "historic luxury two-story farmhouse" and charged guests $190 a night to sleep in the rooms where my family once lived. A big selling point for their property was the creek that my grandmother and her siblings played in, that my mother explored before picking salmonberries from the bushes on its bank. They marketed the home as being close to the waterfront that my great-grandfather walked to every day for work. He was a longshoreman and worked at the docks the entire time he lived there. His cat met him halfway home after every shift. One review read, "It doesn't feel like someone fixed up a house and is renting it, it feels like someone's home.”

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Book:Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity
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“My personal theory is that one of you, me, is always faulty, like a toy purchased without the batteries. It is not until you have had time to go out and buy batteries, to put them in, to turn it on, that you realise it doesn't work the way that you wanted. Doesn't match what you hoped for. It never did. I am a bright, broken thing that he lost the receipt for.”

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Book:Memories of a Lost Thesaurus
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“She said, "Today, today, today. Today feels green. There's still some blue, but that's life, I think. Sometimes it can be a forest. Other times it's an ocean. But we float, don't we? Along the surface. I always thought so, even when I was drowning. There's a song I like. An old one." And remarkably, she started singing. "Sometimes I float along the river, for to its surface I am bound. And there are times stones done fill my pockets, oh Lord, and it's into this river I drown.”

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Book:Brothersong
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“I don't want people to be worried about me. There's nothing to worry about. I don't want people to try and understand why I'm the way I am, because I should be the first person to understand that. And I don't understand yet. I don't want people to interfere. I don't want people in my head, picking out this and that, permanently picking up the broken pieces of me. If that's what friends do, then I don't want any.”

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Book:Solitaire
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