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Once you know what you want, you can make the rest happen
Aleksandr Voinov -
Love is candy from a stranger, but it’s candy you’ve had before and it probably won’t kill you.
Daniel Handler -
When I see your light pieces with my dark pieces, I begin to understand why they say opposites attract.
Amanda Lovelace -
In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.
Laurie Halse Anderson -
Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange.
Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.Susanna Clarke -
You can’t just eat good food. You’ve got to talk about it too. And you’ve got to talk about it to somebody who understands that kind of food.
Kurt Vonnegut -
This is the first time I’ve dated an assassin. I don’t want to piss her off.
Jennifer Estep -
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.Albert Camus -
Because this is what I believe – that second chances are stronger than secrets. You can let secrets go. But a second chance? You don’t let that pass you by.
Daisy Whitney -
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.Maya Angelou
