So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and...
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Charlotte Eriksson
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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Franz Kafka
In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.
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Amit Kalantri
Your smile is what gets me through the day and my dreams of you are what gets me through the night.
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Anthony T. Hincks
Night is a time of rigor, but also of mercy. There are truths which one can see only when it’s dark
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Isaac Bashevis Singer
More Quotes By Cornelia Funke
Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once.
Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends, ’ he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. ‘You mean you don’t know?’ Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didn’t particularly like his smile. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>It seemed...
Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
So what? All writers are lunatics!
Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you secruity and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.
