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189-> सबसे डरावनी बात है उम्मीद का मर जाना।
इससे भी ज्यादा खौफनाक है झूठी उम्मीद का ज़िंदा रहना।
 
190-> तुम्हारी निगाहें बहुत बोलती हैं,
ज़रा अपनी आँखों में पलकें गिरा दो।
 
191-> Have you ever noticed when you hand over a new pen to someone to write with, how the first thing they will usually write is their own name? We do this on misted car windows, on frosted glass, etched on tables, carved into the trunks of trees, whether it is our initials, or our names. I guess we all share a common fear. The fear of being forgotten.
- Nikita Gill
 
192-> 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.
- Neil Gaiman
 
193-> How many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do? And how many of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them for making you feel like your pain doesn't have any substance after all?
Like when you've split up with someone, and you try to communicate the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need to feel that somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened you feel. The problem is, they never do. "Plenty more fish in the sea," they'll say, or "You're better off without them," or "Do you want some of these potato chips?" They never really understand, because they haven't been there, every day, every hour. They don't know the way things have been, the way that it's made you, the way it has structured your world. They'll never realise that someone who makes you feel bad may be the person you need most in the world. They don't understand the history, the background, don't know the pillars of memory that hold you up. Ultimately, they don't know you well enough, and they never can. Everyone's alone in their world, because everybody's life is different. You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live.
Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down.
- Michael Marshall Smith
 
194-> I crash into you like a comet colliding with the earth. I swam through the tapestry of fate to get to you. I defied gravity, space, and time; to be here with you…I will get lost in the universe of your heart.
- Colton Merrihew
 
195-> It’s fascinating how rain changes our emotions. Makes us feel either sad or happy or cozy or nostalgic. A few consecutive drops of water have the power to cleanse the Earth and our souls.
- fuxkd-up-dreamers
 
196-> I’m looking forward to being a parent, and allowing my child to live freely with no intentions of clipping their wings. I can’t wait to encourage their creativity, even if that means us taking regular trips to the arts and crafts store for our weekly supply of paint brushes and paper, or laughing hysterically at their “jokes” or paying full attention to their stories whilst asking questions just to see how far their imagination can stretch, or staying up late until they perfect their skills on their favourite instrument on the weekends. Being able to sit back and watch someone you created create must truly be such an amazing feeling.
- MR
 
197-> The way she slept in his bed made his heart warm with strange feelings. Her body coiled up like a small nocturnal animal, hands folded neatly on her waist. As he crept closer to gaze at her, she stirred, ever so slightly. Open out her hands, eyes still closed, she said in a dreamy voice:
‘Come, warmth.’
That was the moment he knew this girl was his home.
- When home is not a place but a person
 
198-> Loneliness is not a beautiful woman crying delicate tears of sorrow into a handsome man’s chest. It is a tired girl with deep circles under her eyes and fatigue aching restlessly in her bones, staring blankly at a wall at 2:47 AM feeling nothing because that is what the world has convinced her she is.
- these-broken-words
 
199-> I see her across the room.
Standing in the midst of this beautiful world I can’t fit into.
But nothing can match her charm and aura as she fluidly moves around the room and makes conversation with various people.
I am a mere worm. With a hideous body and dull eyes, I wriggle across the room and watch her liven up the world with her glow.
In a world of caterpillars taking refuge in their little cocoons, she was a butterfly.
I never actually had the courage to talk to her. She was high up in the sky and I was buried within the ground.
I like to imagine that in an alternate universe, the butterfly falls in love with the worm, their contrasts balancing their tale like the stars and their spaces.
Until then, I’ll be here. Marvelling from a distance.
Drowning my own heart with the reality of unrequited love.
- Tamarind Fall
 
200-> I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
- Jonathan Safran Foer
 
201-> I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
- Dorothy Parker
 
205-> I realized there are worse things than a boy/girl not loving you back. There's being so sad for no reason. There's anxiety keeping you up at night. There's studying for hours and still failing the test. There's not getting into the college you always dreamed of. There's your mom crying, or her on her death bed, or your parents dying. There's losing a pet or a friend or yourself.

And I realized there’s more important things in life than who you’re going to end up with. Like who are you gonna end up like? What kind of person will you be? Will you end up having a career you enjoy? Will you have somebody to call when you’re crying?.
- scarredconversations
 
207-> I know the world is crazy. I know, love is not always the way it’s meant to be. I know sometimes, things hurt. But I also know that we’ll get through this. That our hearts will arrive on the other side, in one piece. That everything is beautiful, if we give it the chance to be.
- Iain Thomas
 
209-> I’ve always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I’m not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect.
- Fernando Pessoa
 
210-> I felt a longing for something so close it had no shape, a sense of ragged edges, unravelling.
- Beth Powning
 
212-> Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, “I’m not going to make it.” But you laugh inside, remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
- Charles Bukowski
 

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