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  • #1
    “i share a legacy
    with the sky
    we both know how to carry
    some unanswered prayers
    and some unshed tears
    {the sky & i}”
    Noor Unnahar, Yesterday I Was the Moon
    tags: poems

  • #2
    Lana Del Rey
    “His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up.”
    Lana Del Rey

  • #3
    William Faulkner
    “He just thought quietly, 'So this is love. I see, I was wrong about it too', thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life. [...] 'Perhaps they were right in putting love into books,' he thought quietly. 'Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.”
    William Faulkner, Light in August
    tags: love

  • #4
    “I want you to promise me something. If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing. Even if you're scared that it will cause problems. Even if you're scared it will burn your life to the ground. You say it, and you say it loud. And then you go from there....”
    Mark Sloan

  • #5
    Madeline Miller
    “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #6
    It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our
    “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

  • #7
    Maya Angelou
    “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
    Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

  • #8
    Rainbow Rowell
    “Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
    Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

  • #9
    William Shakespeare
    “Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.”
    William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew

  • #10
    William Shakespeare
    “Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father,
    I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
    And where two raging fires meet together
    They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:
    Though little fire grows great with little wind,
    Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:
    So I to her and so she yields to me;
    For I am rough and woo not like a babe.”
    William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew

  • #11
    William Shakespeare
    “Better once than never, for never too late.”
    William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew

  • #12
    William Shakespeare
    “For I am born to tame you, Kate,
    And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate
    Comfortable as other household Kates.”
    William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew

  • #13
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.”
    Mahatma Gandhi

  • #14
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • #15
    John Green
    “What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #16
    E.A. Bucchianeri
    “So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”
    E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

  • #17
    C.S. Lewis
    “I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been - if you've been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

  • #18
    Pablo Picasso
    “Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.”
    Pablo Picasso

  • #19
    Vincent van Gogh
    “...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”
    Vincent Willem van Gogh

  • #20
    S.E. Hinton
    “...I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.”
    S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

  • #21
    Sarah J. Maas
    “To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
    Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

  • #22
    Charles Dickens
    “Life is made of so many partings welded together”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #23
    Charles Dickens
    “There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #24
    “There are many types of monsters in this world, monsters who will not show themselves and who cause trouble. Monsters who abduct children, monsters who devour dreams, monsters who suck blood, and monsters who always tell lies. Lying monsters are a real nuisance. They are much more cunning than other monsters. They pose as humans, even though they have no understanding of the human heart. They eat, even though they've never experienced hunger. They study even though the have no interest in academics. They seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it because, in truth, I am that monster.”
    L Lawliet

  • #25
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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