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O love, O fire! once he dre
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literature
inspirational
elegant
emotional
moving
deep
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Alfred Lord Tennyson |
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It was easier to not have to explain, anyway. To not have to tell him that though I'd freed him, saved his people and all of Prythian from Amarantha... I'd broken myself apart. And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.
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sarah-j-maas
feyre
new-adult-romance
emotional
heartbreaking
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I'd developed an inability to demonstrate much negative emotion at all. It was another thing that made me seem like a dick - my stomach could be all oiled eels, and you would get nothing from my face and less from my words. It was a constant problem: too much control or no control at all.
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words
truth
dick
judging-by-appearance
jumping-to-conclusions
outer-appearance
what-s-inside-that-counts
stoic
emotional
judging
heartless
mean
control
emotions
panic
judgemental
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Gillian Flynn |
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In difficult times bring to mind my words and the sound of my voice. In that way, I shall always be present for you.
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emotional
queen-isabella
touching
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Carolyn Meyer |
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Selfishly, perhaps, Catti-brie had determined that the assassin was her own business. He had unnerved her, had stripped away years of training and discipline and reduced her to the quivering semblance of a frightened child. But she was a young woman now, no more a girl. She had to personally respond to that emotional humiliation, or the scars from it would haunt her to her grave, forever paralyzing her along her path to discover her true potential in life.
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woman
life
unnerved
emotional
paralyzing
potential
humiliation
training
discipline
scars
young
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R.A. Salvatore |
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She was a keen observer, a precise user of language, sharp-tongued and funny. She could stir your emotions. Yes, really, that's what she was so good at - stirring people's emotions, moving you. And she knew she had this power...I only realized later. At the time, I had no idea what she was doing to me.
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norwegian-wood
emotional
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Haruki Murakami |
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I am a wicked man... But do you know, gentlemen, what was the main point about my wickedness? The whole thing, precisely was, the greatest nastiness precisely lay in my being shamefully conscious every moment, even in moments of the greatest bile, that I was not only not a wicked man but was not even an embittered man, that I was simply frightening sparrows in vain, and pleasing myself with it.
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innate-savagery
emotional
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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We're going to change. We're going to throw out what's worse in us and keep what's best. But come hell or high water, we three will stick together, all for one, one for all. We're going to grow, Cathy, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Not only that, we're going to reach the goals we've set for ourselves. I'll be the best damned doctor the world's ever known and you will make Pavlova seem like an awkward country girl.
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emotion
mental
emotional
physical
goals
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V.C. Andrews |
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[Donald] Keene observed [in a book entitled The Pleasures of Japanese Literature, 1988] that the Japanese sense of beauty has long sharply differed from its Western counterpart: it has been dominated by a love of irregularity rather than symmetry, the impermanent rather than the eternal and the simple rather than the ornate. The reason owes nothing to climate or genetics, added Keene, but is the result of the actions of writers, painters and theorists, who had actively shaped the sense of beauty of their nation. Contrary to the Romantic belief that we each settle naturally on a fitting idea of beauty, it seems that our visual and emotional faculties in fact need constant external guidance to help them decide what they should take note of and appreciate. 'Culture' is the word we have assigned to the force that assists us in identifying which of our many sensations we should focus on and apportion value to.
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visual
emotional
wabi-sabi
design
japan
value
simplicity
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Alain de Botton |
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It goes so fast, he thought, they don't tell you that, how fast it goes...
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dark
life
mental-hospital
emotional
vampire
classic
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S.E. Hinton |
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You are my son Dantes! You are the child of my captivity. My priestly office condemned me to celibacy: God sent you to me both to console the man who could not be a father and the prisoner who could not be free
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free
freedom
alexandre-dumas
count-of-monte-cristo
monte-cristo
edmond-dantes
prisoner
captivity
emotional
father
sad
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Alexandre Dumas |
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"Say that you don't love him!" Amarantha shrieked, and the blood on my hands became the blood of that rabbit--became the blood of what I had lost. But I wouldn't say it. Because loving Tamlin was the only thing I had left, the only thing I couldn't sacrifice. A path cleared through my red-and-black vision. I found Tamlin's eyes--wide as he crawled toward Amarantha, watching me die, and unable to save me while his wound slowly healed, while she still gripped his power. Amarantha had never intended for me to live, never intended to let him go. "Amarantha, stop this," Tamlin begged at her feet as he clutched the gaping wound in his chest. "Stop. I'm sorry--I'm sorry for what I said about Clythia all those years ago. Please."
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killing
love
feyre
tamlin
emotional
beg
hurt
angry
blood
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Sarah J. Maas |
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You might, without my crediting it, fall deeply in love and forever, with some warped hunchback whelped in the gutter. I should equally stop you from taking him.
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emotional
poignant
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Dorothy Dunnett |
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He'll have to do without me, Jamie thought, not looking back. And then clearly, as if he'd been told, he knew Grenville /could/ do without him. There was somewhere else he had to go now, somewhere else he had to be.
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dark
light
death
life
mental-hospital
emotional
sailor
vampire
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S.E. Hinton |
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"I have a request to make,my lord." He held her gaze; she could see him trying to decide what she might ask, but eventually he surrendered."And that is?" "Take me to your bed."
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feelings
romance
heart
love
strong-will
emotional
lord
surrender
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Stephanie Laurens |
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"Thank you Jonah." He lowers his head at the break in my voice. I ignore the moisture in his eyes and pretend that mine don't sting. "For what?" he whispers. " For showing me that people can change. Even if it is one person out of a million."
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young-adult
life-lessons
katie-mcgarry
stella
touching-moments
emotional
jonah
growing-up
crying
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Katie McGarry |
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He lay still, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly before him, and drifted into dreams of his problems, compulsively living out dialogues, summing up emotional scenes with his mother, Dot, and his friends. Repeatedly he chided himself to go to sleep, but it did no good, for he was hungry for these waking visions that depicted his dilemmas, yet he knew that such brooding did not help; in fact he was wasting his waning strength, for into these unreal dramas he was putting the whole of his ardent being. The long hours dragged on.
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strength
emotional
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Richard Wright |
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"Shelley, you think she'll take me back?" Alex asks her, his hair dangerously close to her fingers. She doesn't pull his hair . . . just pats his head gently. I feel the tears running down my cheeks at full speed. "Yeah!" Shelley yells with a goofy, gummy grin. She looks happier and more content than she's been in a long time. Both of my favorite people are with me right here; what more could I ask for?"
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brittany-ellis
favorite-people
happier
shelley-ellis
take-me-back
emotional
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Simone Elkeles |
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"I'll never let it happen. I'll do everything in my power to keep my sister at home. "I don't want to have a civilized discussion. My parents want to send my sister to a facility behind my back and my head feels like it's about to split open. Leave me alone, okay?" Something is sticking out of my pocket. It's Alex's bandanna. Isabel isn't a friend, yet she helped me. And Alex, a boy who cared about me last night more than my own boyfriend did, acted as my hero and is urging me to be real. Do I even know how to be real? I clutch the bandanna to my chest. And I allow myself to cry."
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bandanna
brittany-ellis
shelley-ellis
emotional
sister
cry
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Simone Elkeles |
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Of all the crowns that Bruenor had worn or would, none was more important than that of Father.
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inspirational
emotional
journey
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R.A. Salvatore |
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"I wish I could run away," Rudger told Jersey as they both rushed in and out of various patients' rooms, darting around like little ants. "I can't leave and be on my own though, not right now, anyway." "Why?" asked Jersey, waving her flashlight in mid-air. Rudger froze for a second, a regretful haze emanating from his eyes. "It'd break her heart if I left." "Ain't that normal? For parents to have mixed feelings about their kids growin' up?" "Not for me, it isn't." Jersey made a pitying face in his direction. "So, you wanna keep bein' towed around with your mom, livin' in a gross town like Danvers?" "Is there a choice?" "Yeah, there sure is. You can run away and try to be a whole person before it's too late, or you can live with mommy dearest forever and turn into Norman Bates."
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rebellion
friendship
backwater
danvers-state
heaert-heartbreak
mommy
norman-bates
runaway
rural
teen-roance
mental-hospital
emotional
small-town
parent
normal
gross
drama
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Rebecca McNutt |