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“There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.” Augusten Burroughs

“Every day, I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.” Claude Monet

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“But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.” Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

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“The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.” Georges Bataille

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“A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.” Sylvia Plath

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“Get me my robe, put on my crown: I have immortal longings in me.” Cleopatra, Antony And Cleopatra, William Shakespeare

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“What a weary time those years were - to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.” Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

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“I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.” Jaime Gil de Bieda

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“Let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.” Kahlil Gibran

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“What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.” Anaïs Nin

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“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.” Pablo Neruda

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