You don't usually think of boredom as something similar to pain. That's because you've only been exposed to it in relatively small doses. You don’t know its true colour. The difference between the boredom you know and the boredom I know is like the difference between touching snow and putting your hand in a vat of liquid nitrogen. Alastair Reynolds
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but...
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Haruki Murakami
If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him...
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Paulo Coelho
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
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Ernest Hemingway
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
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Unknown
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.
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Sophocles
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Cyphel knew exactly how he felt about her as well – it was there in her expression whenever they spoke that beguiling combination of amusement and haughtiness that she carried off so well. It was a look that expressed disdain at Campion’s guarded advances but...
How did you .. . pass the time?’ Sunday asked. ‘You couldn’t just ching out of it, could you?’‘ We had a different form of chinging, ’ Eunice said. ‘An earlier type of virtual-reality technology, much more robust and completely unaffected by time lag. You...
A city's only ever three hot meals away from anarchy.
History is what we write, not what we remember. Why should we tarnish the memory of our planet by enshrining our less then noble deeds?
Consider all the inanimate matter in the universe, all the dumb atoms, all the mindless molecules, all the oblivious dust grains and pebbles and rocks and iceballs and worlds and stars, all the unthinking galaxies and superclusters, wheeling through the oblivious time-haunted megaparsecs of the...
