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I decided to stop plugging pwnworks up with my favorite quotes from, well, anywhere, and decided to post them all in a single post instead.

If you guys have any quotes you like, for whatever reasons, feel free to hit this up!

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letterstocrushes.com

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L-

I hated you when I met you. I utterly despised you.

I fell for another boy. You fell for another girl.

But now I'm falling for you. I get butterflies when I see you and I change my path in the halls to meet up with you. I know you're fond of me, I don't know how, but I know you are.

Too bad I'm dating that other boy and you're dating that other girl.

- Your "Main Girl" (as quoted by you)

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l,

Every day in my head I play with words and strategy. I come up with ways to use any turn of any conversation to say my peace. I plan how any subject could naturally transition into my feelings for you, so casually and earnestly that you would respect my restraint and candor even if the consequences completely freaked you out in that moment. And then you wouldn’t run away, and then maybe we could talk about it, and then maybe you’d be comfortable realizing you feel the same way.

— k

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L,

I know you know it feels right. It’s complicated, but let’s give it a chance. It’s time we forget about boys.

— T

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s,

isn’t it ironic that my favorite part of you is the part most messed up inside?

— j

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a,

i know you’re scared, and i know you’d never admit it to anyone, but i’m not going to stop trying.

— a

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A,

You just might be one of the most awkward, dorkiest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. I hope we can be awkward together.

— R

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bad idea,

you and me are an absolute trainwreck: completely tragic and bound for disaster. there’s no one else i’d rather crash and burn with.

— waiting

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g,

I realized the other day, that when I’m around you is the only time I really smile. And I don’t just smile. I have this closet full of smiles that I’d never had good reason to use before. When I’m around other people, I smile when I know I should be smiling. But with you, I smile because I couldn’t do anything else, even if I wanted to.

— s

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You,

I was immediately smitten. The whole night, all I could think was “Look at me, look at me!” I wanted to give you a wonderful smile, that kind, playful, charming, find-me-soon, secret-hiding kind of smile.

— C

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boy,

i adore how when we hug it’s a tangle of awkward limbs.

— girl

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il,

There are several things that you don’t know. For instance, I imagine that you have never expected that some part of me is in love with some part of you. But it is and it won’t go away, even when I forget what color your eyes are or try to remember if you have one brother or two. From everyone I have ever met, you stand out the most to me. You are deceptively normal. I do not understand so many parts of you. I can say these things with my pen and not with my mouth because I have the certainty that your eyes will never meet these words. It is better that way.

To be frank, I do not truly know what it is about you that makes my eyes dart to find you everywhere I go. I am glad that I do not understand you. I am glad because I would like to spend a long time trying.

— elle

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Guy,

Whenever I see you you’re looking away from the hordes of people and out at the world. I noticed you got new pants and I wish I could have told you they suit you. I wish you knew how much it meant to me the other day when you weren’t staring out into the world, but staring into my eyes at my world.

— Guy

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains. (Jane Austen & Seth Grahame-Smith)

Crave

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A: don’t say no to me you can’t say no to me because it’s such a relief to have love again and to lie in bed and be held and touched and kissed and adored and your heart will leap when you hear my voice and see my smile and feel my breath on your neck and your heart will race when I want to see you and I will lie to you from day one and use you and screw you and break your heart because you broke mine first and you will love me more each day until the weight is unbearable and your life is mine and you’ll die alone because I will take what I want then walk away and owe you nothing it’s always there its alway been there and you annot deny the life you feel fuck that life fuck that life fuck that life fuck that life I have lost you now. (Sarah Kane)

Written on the Body

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"Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? 'I love you' is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them." (Jeanette Winterson))

Captain Corelli's Mandolin

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"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness; it is not excitement; it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love," which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident." (Louis de Bernières)

AM/PM: A Book

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June was the kind of woman who not only talked to her cats, but consulted them seriously about world affairs and life changes. Mister Pickles, she would say in that adorable voice women reserve for their cats and when they want a large favor performed, Mister Pickles, what is your opinion on the recent World Bank shake-up? Do you feel that man should be fired? All he wanted to do was to make his girlfriend happy. The cat would look up at her, thinking for one wild moment that the tendrils of hair around her face were lizard tails.(Amelia Gray)

The Stone Gods

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[There was] A small boy and a small dog, the dog hairless and pink, tongue lolling, body worn thin like hope, the boy with a bad stomach wound sewn up at his home or his hole, subcutaneous fat pushed on the outside like a role of tripe. He had the dog on a lead and he was still managing to be a boy with a dog and the dog was still managing to be a dog with a boy because not even a bomb gets to wipe out everything, and this little bit was missed in the blow-up, the fall-out, the death-toll, the regrettable acts of war. (Jeanette Winterson)

House

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The light came into the darkness,
and the darkness did not understand it.
(Ted Dekker and Frank Frakn Peretti)

For One More Day

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"Mom?" I whispered.

I hadn't said it in so long. When death takes your mother away, it steals that word forever.

"Mom?"

It's just a sound really, a hum interrupted by open lips. But there are a zillion words on this planet, and not one of them comes out of your mouth the way that one does. (Mitch Albom)

Annie Proulx

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You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.

From an interview (http://www.theparisreview.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5901) in The Paris Review (http://www.theparisreview.org/), Issue 188

Still Life With Woodpecker

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"When two people meet and fall in love, there's a sudden rush of magic. Magic is just naturally present then. We tend to feed on that gratuitous magic without striving to make any more. One day we wake up and find that the magic is gone. We hustle to get it back, but by then it's usually too late, we've used it up. What we have to do is work like hell at making additional magic right from the start. It's hard work, but if we can remember to do it, we greatly improve our chances of making love stay." (Tom Robbins)

Orange Is Not The Only Fruit

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I miss God. I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. I still don't think of God as my betrayer. The servants of God, yes, but servants by their very nature betray. I miss God who was my friend. I don't even know if God exists, but I do know that if God is your emotional role model, very few human relationships will match up to it. (Jeanette Winterson)

The Manual of Detection

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"She was beautiful, in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them." (Jedidiah Berry)

Wishbone

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"If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand." (Richard Siken)