It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
Morrissey, Autobiography

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If people want to let you go, just let them do it. They may not understand who you are. So don’t play around with fire; don’t give them their cake and let them eat it too. Here is your rule of thumb: they either commit to you or get none of you.
Joey Furjanic, The Heartbreak Hotel: How Long Will You Stay?

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I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
Haruki Murakami

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I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.
Elizabeth Scott, Miracle 

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How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

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Oh well, what the hell, you obviously want to be alone, so I’ll leave you alone. Go ahead and think away to your heart’s content! But don’t get me wrong. I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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You never realize the holes a person leaves behind until you fall into them.
Neal Shusterman, The Dark Side of Nowhere 

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I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so i would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, i hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.
Marya Hornbacher

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And so she thought about him as she never could have imagined thinking about anyone, having premonitions that he would be where he was not, wanting him to be where he could not be, awaking with a start, with the physical sensation that he was looking at her in the darkness while she slept.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera 

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There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.
F. Scott Fitzgerald 

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