Even after three hundred maps have been handed out, Ama and I still melt the moment people switch from being suspicious that we want to sell them something--" Hey? What do you want? Money? Directions?--to realising that we just want to know their stories, their memories, what they love--" Oh, in that case, thanks, sweeties! Becky Cooper
Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.
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Sara Teasdale
There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.
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Cassandra Clare
Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to...
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Ally Condie
It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a...
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David Levithan
How do you know when it's over?" "Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.
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Gunnar Ardelius
More Quotes By Becky Cooper
Even after three hundred maps have been handed out, Ama and I still melt the moment people switch from being suspicious that we want to sell them something--" Hey? What do you want? Money? Directions?--to realising that we just want to know their stories, their...
And yet, there will always be something essentially elsewhere about New York. It is a place that people come to precisely because it doesn't ever fully offer itself. It's intoxicating. Keeps you on your toes. Keeps you drinking coffee and keeps you walking.
Part of why I love New York so deeply is exactly this elusiveness. This refusal to be caught is what allows it to carry such fantasy, mystery and myth, yet also be home. It is simultaneously no one's city and everyone's city.
