Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.

Dead Poets Society (1989) 
Peter Weir

Prince Ali by Robin Williams
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“He’s about to pull my heart asunder, and I absolutely love the way he dresses!”

I asked you not to come back here for me and I wish… I wish that you hadn’t. But I will come back here for you.

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