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Somewhere Quotes by Stephen Chbosky
- I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.
- I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. I was in the…
- The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.
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- I've always said that one night, I'm going to find myself in some field somewhere, I'm standing on grass, and it's raining,… — Drew Barrymore
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- The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same… — Samuel Beckett
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- When Whitney Houston died, I felt great sadness. My sadness, of course, was about our collective loss - when you listened to… — James Belushi
- Anytime a person goes into a delicatessen and orders a pastrami on white bread, somewhere a Jew dies. — Milton Berle