Licks
In Jazz: an original short phrase
What I long for, is someone who grasps and treasures my nuances.
Nothing creeps up as unexpectedly on a person as a Wednesday.
How we betray those we love in order to impress strangers.
When in doubt, I pursue what is most honest and have faith that it will suffice.
Of all that I lie awake to ponder, you are the most pleasant one.
I am exactly the kind of person who would miss a romantic note from a messenger pigeon by chasing it away, scared it carries disease.
What a privilege is the choice to abandon things.
Day by day, I give over to the reality that is and relinquish the fantasies detailing all the lives I could have lived.
"You confuse my curiosity with obsession."
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"Your curiosity certainly borders."
We grew up in the same house
but we have always lived in different worlds.
Those who appear to be without pain are always found in some betrayal at their own hands.
How pleasant it must be to have the purpose of your life set in the achievement of a single success.
He was inconsistent in communication,
but wholly devoted in love.
One would think it was more difficult to bury someone at a slope.
He somehow believed books would not contaminate him as much as films.
She had the marvellous ability to keep bread fresh simply by being in its presence.
"Do you think it is fate?"
"I would not be so bold as to hazard determine the purposes of one so divine."