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“How many loves do you get in a lifetime?

How many people do you get to call yours? There are all sorts of loves in this world, not all of them, but most of them are beautiful. Some are old, some noble, some brave. Others are dishonourable and weak and make you so by association. Some are a low whisper on a sombre night, some are maddening. Some you can’t ignore—they slow-burn inside of you, never quite going out completely but you’re too scared to dare try to fan that flame. Some loves you pretend you don’t feel, even when you can, even when you know you do, even if he’s the first thing you think of in the morning, even if he’s like a match in the darkened room of your heart—because loving something how you love him is a painful love that puts rocks in your pockets and melancholy in your eyeballs and if time has taught you anything it’s that it doesn’t matter. You’ll love him forever anyway.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“Books and ideas are like blood; they need to circulate, and they keep us alive.”
― Janet Skeslien Charles, The Paris Library

“You're Central Park at midnight.”
― Jessa Hastings, Daisy Haites: The Great Undoing

“If this is what being loved by him on accident feels like, I can't imagine what it'd feel like to be loved on purpose.”
― Jessa Hastings, Daisy Haites: The Great Undoing