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  • #1
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?"
    "Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.
    "Gun to the back?" said Jesper.
    "Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.
    "You're all horrible," said Matthias.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #2
    Donna Tartt
    “I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.”
    Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

  • #3
    Donna Tartt
    “Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?”
    Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

  • #4
    We accept the love we think we deserve.
    “We accept the love we think we deserve.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #5
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “I got to thinking that poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just didn't get--and never would get.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

  • #6
    Fredrik Backman
    “People said Ove saw the world in black and white. But she was color. All the color he had.”
    Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

  • #7
    Fredrik Backman
    “Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it's often one of the great motivations for living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.”
    Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

  • #8
    Ocean Vuong
    “They say nothing lasts forever but they're just scared it will last longer than they can love it.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #9
    Ocean Vuong
    “You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #10
    Ocean Vuong
    “Too much joy, I swear, is lost in our desperation to keep it.”
    Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

  • #11
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

  • #12
    Emily R. Austin
    “Everything matters so much and so little; it is disgusting.”
    Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

  • #13
    Sylvia Plath
    “I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #14
    Sylvia Plath
    “To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #15
    Mary Oliver
    “You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
    Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
    are moving across the landscapes,
    over the prairies and the deep trees,
    the mountains and the rivers.
    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
    are heading home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #16
    Edvard Munch
    “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
    Edvard Munch



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