"The minute people fall in love, they become liars." - Harlan Ellison
"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." - Stephen King
"Sometimes there are no words. No clever quotes to neatly sum up what's happened that day... sometimes the day... just... ends." - Criminal Minds

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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
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Neil Gaiman quotes

Three important rules for breaking up
Don't put off breaking up when you know you want to
Prolonging the situation only makes it worse
Tell him honestly, simply, kindly, but firmly
Don't make a big production
Don't make up an elaborate story
This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene
If you wanna date other people say so
Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt and rejected
Even if you've gone together for only a short time,
And haven't been too serious,
There's still a feeling of rejection
When someone says she prefers the company of others
To your exclusive company,
But if you're honest, and direct,
And avoid making a flowery emotional speech when you break the news,
The boy will respect you for your frankness,
And honestly he'll appreciate the kind of straight forward manner
In which you told him your decision
Unless he's a real jerk or a cry baby you'll remain friends

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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In my view, this is Frost's best poem and one of the greatest one-paged poems in the English language. It is technically flawless; I cannot add or subtract a single word without harming the poem. Perhaps many scholars have overanalyzed it, reading too much into it. As far as I can see, there are two legitimate interpretations. One is that a man stops to rest by snowy woods, where it is profoundly and stirringly quiet. It's the 'darkest evening of the year' - which here can be taken literally. 'The woods are lovely, dark and deep' simply means what is says - namely, that they are dark and deep (you can see it, can't you?) , and that the speaker is stirred by the magical scenery. But the speaker can't stay for as long as he'd like, for he has pressing responsibilities.

A second interpretation hinges on 'The woods are lovely, dark and deep'. Rather than the line simply describing a beautiful scene, it also suggests a contemplation of suicide.

When you take revenge on somebody, you are actually paying them the highest compliment possible. It's like saying, "You've affected my life to such an extent that I must reciprocate. I must affect your life as deeply as you have mine". Revenge may be the ultimate Hallmark card. Yeah. When you think of it like that, the cliché is true. Revenge *is* sweet.

People say: "She broke my heart." That's bullshit, man! The heart can't break, it's a muscle. Muscles tear, muscles cramp. Yeah, the heart's a muscle. So is the brain. So is the dick.

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Augustus Hill: I never lie. Not 'cause I'm so honest, but because I have a bad memory. And you can't be a good liar if you got a bad memory.

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Augustus Hill: People are defined by three things. Their heads- how they think. Their hearts- what they feel. Their dicks- who they fuck. At the end of the day, each of us has to answer one question. One, not so simple question. Who am I?

The worst stabwound is the one to the heart. Sure most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same. There's always a scar. Wich is meant, i guess, to remind you that even for a little while, someone made your heart beat faster. And that's a scar you can live with. Proudly. All the days of your life.

Any convert, weather he goes from communist to capitalist or from six packs a day to smokefree, ends up condemning his former practices. Because those beliefs didnt work for him they can't work for anybody. His vision becomes naral, blinded by the light. Weather he's transformed to a hindu or joins AA, he becomes a fanatic.
If you ask me, it's the fanatics who fuck up the world. It's the fanatics who think they got God on their side. The rest of us, we don't need the divine light. In the darker night all we want is enough light so we don't step our toe on our way to the toilett.