Later that night though, as I stayed awake into the early hours of morning devouring the second novel in a series, I understood what it meant to befriend a book. The books knew me, far better than I knew them; they knew my fears, my doubts, my dreams. They gave words to feelings I did not even realize I experienced. They listened. They consoled. They kept me company. The books gave me a life outside of my own. . Kelseyleigh Reber
When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
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Paulo Coelho
What's meant to be will always find a way
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Trisha Yearwood
It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.
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Vincent Van Gogh
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've...
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Nicholas Sparks
More smiling, less worrying. More compassion, less judgment. More blessed, less stressed. More love, less hate.
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Roy T. Bennett
More Quotes By Kelseyleigh Reber
That is life, isn’t it? Fate. Luck. Chance. A long series of what-if’s that lead from one moment to the next, time never pausing for you to catch your breath, to make sense of the cards that have been handed to you. And all you...
But circumstances change. Small causes lead to large effects. New paths are added. And all anyone can do .. . is choose.
I can see her struggling to find the right word. Death seems so harsh. Passing so oblique. Some things are beyond words, I suppose, and she never finishes the statement. It seems right, that her words should fall into oblivion; after all, she–like me, like...
And it seemed as though for a moment, the world encapsulated them in a giant sigh. As if the world was exhausted by humanity–by the bellows of war and bullets, of hateful cries and grieving tears. Of all the pain, the endless pain humanity had...
My emotions are invisible, untouchable–invincible even–and their power far outweighs my own. And so it seems unfair that for all the little I can do to them, they can do so much to me.
