He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost … - Cassandra Clare

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The deceptive, glossy media images of faces, bodies and social lifestyles, make us hate ourselves so we will buy a solution to love ourselves once again.

Cassandra Clare

He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.

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As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

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He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.

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Every heart has its own melody.

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Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

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The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.

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