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Cristiane Serruya

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    A low humming noise coming from her drove him wild. As if with his tongue, he could spell out her desires, as if with his fingers he could draw her pleasure.

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    A mirror does not exist by itself. A mirror is a half. Half is done by the piece. The other half has to be done by the beholder. You need to be the half to see what you’re looking for, so the mirror can exist. As you should do with other persons.

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    Apparently rational justifications will never explain all sorts of the different feelings and raw emotions art invoke in people.

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    As they walked away, hand in hand, they vowed to be together forever, not knowing that forever always ended.

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    Because there were times when one found themselves in perfect harmony with another being. Like after one had taken a risk, faced their biggest fear, and found themselves blinking in the dust as a wall crumbled before of them. Like making love to the love of one’s life, followed by the perfect evening of constellation watching. And he finally understood, despite all the constellations placed in the sky as warning, why all those Greek maidens gave it up in the end. It was because all the pain endured was nothing compared to what love was worth. Love was the beginning of everything.

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    Believing that you’ve found true love is as crazy as being certain the lottery ticket you’ve just bought is definitely going to be the winner. You can be as certain as you want; it doesn’t change anything.

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    Crying didn’t solve any problems, but not crying hadn’t proven particularly effective, either. She’d always thought it weak to indulge in tears, but nothing else seemed to answer for the situation.

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    Don't cry. She wouldn't like it. When I missed my father, I used to cry. Mama taught me when I cry, he is sad and will cry, too. I don't want my daddy sad. I'm sure you don't want your daughter sad, too.

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    For Angelica, relationships were like the flower arrangement she was hiding behind. She plucked a white rose out of it and sniffed at it. Right now, they were beautiful. Perfect. Pristine with a shockingly beautiful scent. But in a day or two, they would be wilting, messily thrown in a waste bin.

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    Freedom ends when it enslaves.

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    He kissed her lustfully. Mindlessly. Senselessly.

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    He laughed, rested his forehead on hers, and whispered on her lips, “You have stars in your eyes.” “I can see fine through them.” She smiled at him. “They just brighten things up.

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    He looked at her like a thirsty man gazing on an oasis, trying to decide if it were an illusion brought on by the heat.

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    He towered over her, as intense and savage as only he could be, making her feel small and delicate in comparison, surrounded by his utter maleness. She felt trapped and she wanted to stay in his cage forever.

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    He would have gone days without food or water just to be inside her again. To possess something so wonderful and forbidden. Any torture, any punishment, any sacrifice would have been worth the cost of pleasuring them both until they couldn’t move.

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    I believe in witches, Sophia,” his deep voice hypnotized her. “I hope you don’t burn me at the stake,” she murmured to him. “I don’t burn witches. I set them on fire,” Alistair whispered so low Sophia thought she had heard wrong.

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    I don’t know why anyone thinks looking at the stars is so romantic,” he said. “Have they ever read Greek mythology? It’s all the same story—God sees mortal, God desires mortal, mortal suffers gruesome fate and is rewarded with an eternity of pain in the cosmos.” He shrugged. “You could always make up your own stories.” But she was already shaking her head. “No. Those stories are written in stardust millions of years old. I don’t think I get to change them.” “Then I’m thankful for light pollution,” he said.

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    If all of us in the world just shared love, just a little, charity foundations wouldn’t be needed.

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    It was all about money. Dirty, bloody money. It can come and go so easily. They don't see that life is what's important. Love, friendship, trust, respect, a daily routine, someone to grow old with, siblings to cherish, family, a home; things people don't give a damn about until they lose them, things money can't bring back.

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    Love is not about oneself, but about the other. It's not about keeping, but about freeing. Love is not love if not shared.

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    Love, she realized, could sometimes come fast, but it didn’t make it any less real. Love could make you hear the cicada buzzing and the breeze singing through the trees and decide it was the most beautiful of symphonies. The sharp smell of pine on the fresh and just cool enough air were the best perfumes in the world.

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    Maybe the problem is that a woman doesn’t need to be conquered, Your Majesty. Maybe she needs to be won.

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    Maybe you're starting to move on, my love. But to fully do it, you have to let the guilt go. Gabriel will always be an important part of your life. I don't even want to imagine how difficult it is to move on, but a new love always helps. I can bet you will find it in MacCraig's arms. He may be domineering and commanding, but everyone has flaws.

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    No matter how hard she tried to maintain her calm and collected persona, she knew it was all a ruse. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and hide. Hide from the world. Hide from her memories. Enter a shell and never leave. But hers would always be a broken shell, with all her cracks and holes exposed for the world to see. The veneer she had carefully painted to protect and hold herself together was peeling away.

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    One can say that Javert is our conscience. The ever lurking presence of the law and our own condemnation. The tension between who we were and who we are and who we can be. Javert represents that inescapable, shameful past that forever haunts and persues one's conscience. Javert is the man of the law, and... There are no surprises with the law. The principle of retribution is simple and monotonous, like Euclidean logic. It's closed to all alternatives and shut up against divine or human intervention... Indeed, Javert represents the merciless application of the law, the blind Justice that in the end is befuddled by hope and the possibility of redemption without punishment.

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    People are not totally good or bad, black or white - unless we are talking of evil psychos. We, human beings, are somewhere between angels and demons. That is what makes us, human beings, lovely imperfect.

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    She can be seen as a falling star that has been captured by the sky and put in its rightful place.

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    Some angels are too good to live their entire lives in this inferno. They come to Earth for only a short time because they have a mission.

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    Sometimes, meu amor, we lose too much time asking ourselves questions that we can’t answer and forgetting that the answer is just beside us. You have to learn to ask and to listen. If one does not listen, the other does not exist. When the other does not exist, one is alone. I don’t want to be alone, do you?

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    Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words. Just because it is peaceful, it doesn’t mean it is still and void, as a few may think. It is insightful, powerful and full of meaning. It is when one can’t lie to oneself. You have to learn to listen to what she is not saying. Listen to her silence. And listen to yours, too.

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    Sometimes the guilty one is not the person who has committed the crime, but the person who has created the possibility for it to be committed.

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    That night as they slept in each other's arms neither Alistair nor Sophia had any nightmares.

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    The man is the alien. And the stranger. And the lonely. Confused, lost in himself, he no longer knows who or what he is, why or where he is.

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    There is no real light but just small sparks of happiness we should photograph to contain. But if we stop to photograph, we can’t enjoy them, the flash overexposes them and they disappear.

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    The truth is I’d rather march into Hell with you, than bask in Heaven without you.

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    They might have been two furious armies and the kiss a life-or-death battle.

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    This is the Modern Man. The man who seeks himself without ever seeking, because he does not want to find; The man who does not hesitate to criticize the other, although he behaves in the same way;

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    This is the Modern Man, who cannot save himself but wants to save the world. He is the Wise who knows not. And his footsteps on the road click tic-tac, tic-tac

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    War comes home— invades it, literally— and every day is another combat. Only, there’s nothing available, nothing real to fight. And you never know when the next attack will come, only from whom it will come.

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    We had everything: love, attention, the best money could buy, but we were taught that we had to first give to then receive.

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    We have an obligation to feel guilty." The words came out of her lips as if she were reciting an elegy. "Guilty. Because we kill the ones we love.

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    We humans are such complicated and confused beings that we call the animals beasts.

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    Why bother with Mr. Right when Mr. Right Now is gorgeous, available, and asking me to dance?

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    Widowed were not those alive, but those who were dead.

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    Would you prefer to be feared or loved Lord Ells?" He smiled crookedly at her, "You like quotes, don't you? So, it's as Machievelli said, 'It is best to be both feared and loved; however, if one cannot have both it is better to be feared than loved.'" "I'd rather be loved. Only loved," she whispered to him.

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    You know what I’ve learned? Most people are like a leaf, letting themselves drift and turn in the air. Eventually, they fall to the ground. But, others— very few others— are like stars. They have light within themselves to be their own guide. Sometimes, we look at the sky and don’t see the stars, because there is too much light bedimming them. To find the stars again, we have to go to a dark place.