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“Her beauty was stern and commanding.”

—Lidia Yuknavitch
“Her blood taste sultry sweet,
her lips provoke a silky touch,”


—Monica Lynn Mason
“There is always something left to love.”

—Lorraine Hansberry
“I carry your love poems
in my marrow.”


—Emily Dickinson
“She was saying goodbye
and
she didn't even know it.”


—Markus Zusak
“When grief is deepest,
words are fewest. ”


—Ann Voskamp
“How sweet the risks are,”

—Paul Valéry
“She's always been like this.
When she was little she'd set up alters to the dead in her room.
She had her pictures of grandfather and then great grandfather.
She'd put out fresh flowers in front of their portraits like they were saints.
She'd smash her dolls and then cut off their heads and
bury them in the yard so she could mourn them.”


—Dacia Maraini


#infjmusings

Say. Her. Name.


“To love her was difficult.”

—Anton Chekhov
"you make me sick" __pink
“She had such clear, intelligent, honest eyes; an open, sensible face with a faint,
typically Russian look of mockery in her eyes and on her lips.”



—Anton Chekhov
“I hate Illinois Nazis “ - Jake Blues
Knowledge is like underwear. It’s useful to have it, but not necessary to show it off. - Bill Murray
“I love you.
I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I,
not even for a moment.”


—Friedrich Nietzsche
From a letter to Mathilde Trampedach
April 1876
The best way to teach your kids about taxes is by eating 30 percent of their ice cream. - Bill Murray.
“I fell in love with his
unchanging soul. ”


—Claudia Gray
A Thousand Pieces of You
“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss
“He was now in that state of fire that she loved.
She wanted to be burnt.”


—Anaïs Nin
“She wore red lipstick and drank bourbon; he never stood a chance.” — One line love stories
“I am so close to you that I could drink you.
My thirst is a naked slave.”


—Paul Valéry
Fragments of the Narcissus