Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked hoarsely. Minka didn't answer. She simply reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him down for a searing kiss.
Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing...
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Elizabeth Gilbert
And he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.
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Jodi Picoult
Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
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Dylan Thomas
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
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Jodi Picoult
Now there is one thing I can tell you: you will enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still had your mother you often thought of the days when you would have her no longer. Now you will often think of days...
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Marcel Proust
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