Return of Quotopia, when my own words fail me
"Perhaps I’d be spending
the rest of my life
with attempts to reach you
the way I never did when
we were still in the same horizon. Oh the sky and the sea
will meet again but, shall we?" - Selina Pamarang
"What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?" - Maggie O'Farrell, After You’d Gone
"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident." - Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
"You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame. How could you become new if you haven’t first become ashes?" - Friedrich Nietzsche
the rest of my life
with attempts to reach you
the way I never did when
we were still in the same horizon. Oh the sky and the sea
will meet again but, shall we?" - Selina Pamarang
"What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?" - Maggie O'Farrell, After You’d Gone
"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident." - Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
"You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame. How could you become new if you haven’t first become ashes?" - Friedrich Nietzsche
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