Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.
I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.
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Elizabeth Gilbert- Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia (via quote-book)
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There’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.
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John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via quote-book)
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Just because you’re leaving doesn’t mean I’m letting you go.
Feelings drive you around for hours before they drop you right back where you started.
You were better to the ones that were worse for you. And worse to the one that was better for you.
We’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?
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F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
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Of course I miss you. It’s all I do.
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.
You can have it all. You just can’t have it all at once..
