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I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

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When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.
— Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

Madness is not hysteria. It can be very quiet…
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters