...two souls are sometimes created together and—and in love before they're born.
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The Beautiful and Damned
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I knew that what was left of me would always love you, but never in quite the same way.
The only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.
It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.
It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.
It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.
I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.
We all have souls of different ages.
Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.
I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.
If you’re tired of kissing me I’d better go.
I knew that what was left of me would always love you, but never in quite the same way.
The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.
I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.
It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.
I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.
Once upon a time all the men of mind and genius in the world became of one belief—that is to say, of no belief. But it wearied them to think that within a few years after their death many cults and systems and prognostications would be ascribed to them which they had never meditated nor intended. So…
In 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, had, theoretically at least, descended upon him.
To Anthony life was a struggle against death, that waited at every corner. It was as a concession to his hypochondriacal imagination that he formed the habit of reading in bed — it soothed him. He read until he was tired and often fell asleep with the lights still on.
Curiously enough he found in senior year that he had acquired a position in his class. He learned that he was looked upon as a rather romantic figure, a scholar, a recluse, a tower of erudition. This amused him but secretly pleased him — he began going out, at first a little and then a great deal.