a dream of trains

Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.
— Oscar Wilde
If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform a million realities.
— Maya Angelou

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean-
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.

By: Robert Frost

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
— William Shakespeare
We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
— W. Somerset Maugham
Oh, love isn’t there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.
— Hermann Hesse (from Wer lieben kann, ist glücklich. Über die Liebe)
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
— T.S. Eliot
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
— William Shakespeare (from Hamlet)
Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.
— Alan Moore (from V for Vendetta)
When you’re in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
— Natalie Clifford Barney
Men can only be happy when they do not assume that the object of life is happiness.
— George Orwell
People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don’t believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can’t find them, make them.
— George Bernard Shaw (from Mrs. Warren’s Profession)
I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (from The Great Gatsby)
I don’t even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.
— Stephen Chbosky (from The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
— Haruki Murakami (from Kafka on the Shore)
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