-Franz Kafka,Letters To Friends, Family And Editors
-Franz Kafka,Letters to friends, family and editors
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IT'S SEPTEMBER already, how can i hold my own heart.
-Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move his aides, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love’
-William Shakespeare
Isn't it strange how the idea of comfort for us is so different?Like that's my favourite place to sit, that's my favourite blanket where I feel cosy, or those are my favourite colour of bedsheets. Looking at them just makes me feel so soft.It can be a candle that makes your heart feel lighter when you blow it out.Or it can be looking at colourful flowers or simply staring at the moon.It can be as simple as singing your favourite song whenever you want or as hard as making a painting of your messy thoughts.It can be walking down the street alone in the evening or talking with your friends for hours.I guess it is unique how we humans find comfort in things, foods, songs, places, and sometimes in people too.
"That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years".
-Khaled Hosseini, The kite runner
-Emily Brontë, from “Wuthering Heights”
Memories are like the waves across the ocean and tonight I am drowning....
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Even death has a heart
-Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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