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When the friend shows his inmost heart to his friend; the lover to his best-beloved; when man does not vainly shrink from the eye of his Creator, loathsomely treasuring up the secret of his sin; then deem me a monster, for the symbol beneath which I have lived, and die! I look around me, and, lo! on every visage a black veil! — Nathaniel Hawthorne

My family do not think I'm special - not one, one bit. — Sophie Monk

My eyes closed and I again chastised myself. I was weak. So fucking weak. I couldn't fight this man if my life depended on it. I couldn't fight it because I didn't want to. I loved him. Jesus, why did I have to go and do that? — Jettie Woodruff

It takes but a moment to fall in love; it takes a lifetime to forget it. — Debasish Mridha

Only architecture that considers human scale and interaction is successful architecture. — Jan Gehl

Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not. — Coco J. Ginger

They could then see the faint summer fogs in layers, woolly, level, and apparently no thicker than counterpanes, spread about the meadows in detached remnants of small extent. On the gray moisture of the grass were marks where the cows had lain through the night - dark-green islands of dry herbage the size of their carcasses, in the general sea of dew. From each island proceeded a serpentine trail, by which the cow had rambled away to feed after getting up, at the end of which trail they found her; — Thomas Hardy

To live fully, one must be free, but to be free one must give up security. Therefore, to live one must be ready to die. How's that for a paradox? — Tom Robbins

I left Somalia when I was seven years old, but I witnessed a whole year in a war. — Barkhad Abdi

August used to be a sad month for me. As the days went on, the thought of school starting weighed heavily upon my young frame. That, coupled with the oppressive heat and humidity of my native Washington, D.C., only seemed to heighten the misery. — Henry Rollins