"But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?"

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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"It’s a rare gift, to know where you need to be, before you’ve been to all the places you don’t need to be."

Ursula K. Le Guin, Tales from Earthsea

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"Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except your self."

Siddhārtha Gautama

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"‘It’s going to be gone soon.’
‘I know.’
‘What do we do?’
‘Enjoy it.’"

Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind

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"I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

"

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers

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A punk stops during a gay pride parade to allow a mesmerized child to touch his jacket spikes.

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I tasted everything - I found nothing better than you. When I dove into the sea, I found no pearl like you. I opened all the casks; I tasted from a thousand jars, yet none but that rebellious wine of yours, touched my lips and inspired my heart. - Rumi 

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