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Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via thelovejournals)
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“ I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself. ”
“ I used to say: Goodnight, my love. Talk to you in the morning.
Today it’s: Goodbye, old friend. I hope my heart survives this longing. ”
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“ She was like the ocean… I could admire her beauty, play in her waters, but never keep her for myself. ”
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