to my lungs, you give playful shoves.

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When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.
— Victor Frankl
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
— L. Cohen
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The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.
Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
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It’s just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It’s how life is.
The Truth About Forever, Sarah Dessen
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Never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie
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You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always think of you.
Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie
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I realize it has become too easy to find a diet to fit in with whatever you happen to feel like eating and that diets are not there to be picked and mixed, but picked and stuck to, which is exactly what I shall begin to do once I’ve eaten this chocolate croissant.
— Bridget Jones’s Diary