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It is not the diamonds or the birds, the people or the potatoes; it is not any of the nouns. The miracle is the adverbs, the way things are done. It is the way love gets done despite every catastrophe.
— Daniel Handler, Adverbs
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I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.
— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via lunaoki)
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Someone can break your heart, leave you dead on the lawn, and still you never learn what to say to stop it all over again.
— Daniel Handler (via cartographe)
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It was everything, those nights on the phone, everything we said until late became later and then later and very late and finally to go to bed with my ear warm and worn and red from holding the phone close close close so as not to miss a word of what it was, because who cared how tired I was in the humdrum slave drive of our days without each other. I’d ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did. But that’s why right there it was doomed. We couldn’t only have the magic nights buzzing through the wires. We had to have the days, too, the bright impatient days spoiling everything with their unavoidable schedules, their mandatory times that don’t overlap, their loyal friends who don’t get along, the unforgiven travesties torn from the wall no matter what promises are uttered past midnight, and that’s why we broke up.
— Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up
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Love was in the air, so both of us walked through love on our way to the corner. We breathed it in, particularly me: the air was also full of smells and birds, but it was the love, I was sure, that was tumbling down to my lungs, the heart’s neighbors and confidants.
— Daniel Handler, Adverbs
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So she loved him. She just did immediately and again often and clearly naturally and soundly and obviously and many others.
— Daniel Handler, Adverbs
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I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.
— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters
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They looked at each other like a pair of parentheses.
— Daniel Handler
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Love was in the air, so both of us walked through love on our way to the corner.
— Daniel Handler, Adverbs
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Dedications by Lemony Snicket

riversforstreets:

In order, each book in A Series of Unfortunate Events:

To Beatrice -
darling, dearest, dead.

For Beatrice -
My love for you shall live forever.
You, however, did not.

For Beatrice -
I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.

To Beatrice -
My love flew like a butterfly
Until death swooped down like a bat
As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said:
“That’s the end of that.”

For Beatrice -
You will always be in my heart,
In my mind,
And in your grave.

For Beatrice -
When we met my life began,
Soon afterward, yours ended.

For Beatrice -
When we were together I felt breathless.
Now you are.

For Beatrice -
Summer without you is as cold as winter.
Winter without you is even colder.

For Beatrice -
Our love broke my heart,
and stopped yours.

For Beatrice -
When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely.
Now I am pretty lonely.

For Beatrice -
Dead women tell no tales.
Sad men write them down.

For Beatrice -
No one could extinguish my love,
or your house.

For Beatrice -
I cherished, you perished.
The world’s been nightmarished

For Beatrice -
We are like boats passing in the night -
particularly you. 

To Beatrice,
and
From Her

(via riversforstreets-deactivated201)

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Put a sweater on when you get cold. Remind yourself, this is the night, because it is. You’re free to sing what you want as you walk there, the trees rustling spookily and certainly and quietly and inimitably. Whatever shoes you want, fuck it, you’re comfortable. Don’t trust anyone’s directions. Write what you might forget on the back of your hand, and slam down the cheap stuff and never mind the bad music from the window three floors up or what the boys shouted from the car nine years ago that keeps rattling around in your head, because you’re here, you are, for the warmth of someone’s wrists where the sleeve stops and the glove doesn’t quite begin, and the slant of the voice on the punch line of the joke and the reflection of the moon in the water on the street as you stand still for a moment and gather your courage and take a breath before stealing away through the door. Look at it there. Take a good look. It looks like rain.
— Daniel Handler
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