Sure, on a larger scale, it was healthy to have people out there you cared about more than yourself. She knew that. But then there was the abject fear you would lose it. They say possessions own you. Not so. Loved ones own you. You are forever held hostage once you care so much.
She said, 'I'm so afraid.' And I said, 'Why?,' and she said, 'Because I'm so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.' I asked her why and she said, 'They only let you be this happy if they're preparing to take something from you.
Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair, Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
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~ Hold Tight - Harlan Coben
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~ The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
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~ Salem's Lot - Stephen King
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~ Louis-Ferdinand Céline
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Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
~ Love Sonnet XI - Pablo Neruda
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