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  • #1
    William Shakespeare
    “Love all, trust a few,
    Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
    Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
    Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
    But never tax'd for speech.”
    William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well

  • #2
    “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”
    Anonymous, Holy Bible: New International Version

  • #3
    Marilyn Monroe
    “Who said nights were for sleep?”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #4
    John Green
    “You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #5
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.”
    Søren Kierkegaard , The Concept of Anxiety: A Simple Psychologically Orienting Deliberation on the Dogmatic Issue of Hereditary Sin

  • #6
    Martha Gellhorn
    “I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.”
    Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters

  • #7
    C.G. Jung
    “The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.”
    Carl Gustav Jung

  • #8
    C.G. Jung
    “Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol, morphine or idealism.”
    Carl Gustav Jung

  • #9
    Douglas Adams
    “There are some people you like immediately, some whom you think you might learn to like in the fullness of time, and some that you simply want to push away from you with a sharp stick.”
    Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

  • #10
    Natalie Goldberg
    “Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.”
    Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within

  • #11
    Baruch Spinoza
    “I do not know how to teach philosophy without becoming a disturber of the peace.”
    Baruch Spinoza

  • #12
    Lemony Snicket
    “I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.
    I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.
    I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we 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 now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”
    Lemony Snicket

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “You know," Clary said, "most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #14
    Milan Kundera
    “Flirting is a promise of sexual intercourse without a guarantee.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #15
    Nassim Nicholas Taleb
    “Charm is the ability to insult people without offending them; nerdiness the reverse”
    Nassim Nicholas Taleb

  • #16
    Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
    “Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
    J. D. Salinger

  • #17
    Kaine Andrews
    “C’mon, sweetness. You don’t have to run. I won’t hurt you.”

    A pause, as though he was contemplating.

    “Much.” he amended, punctuating this last with a high-pitched tittering laugh that seemed to settle at the base of her neck like a giant insect, making her grind her teeth.”
    Kaine Andrews, Woken

  • #18
    “You could read Hillary Clinton’s shocking loss to Donald Trump as a perfect storm that included a bungled campaign, serial misjudgments about email servers, Russian hacking, FBI meddling, sexism, and more. Even her ability to call out Donald Trump’s grotesque treatment of women was compromised by memories of Bill Clinton’s womanizing and the sick sexting of Anthony Weiner, husband of the candidate’s closest aide. All of that was true—but a far deeper erosion was at work. The statistics of political disaffection of working people from the party of Roosevelt are astonishing. Working-class white voters, defined as those without college degrees, supported Trump by a margin 67 to 28, a gap of 39 percent. Among working-class white men, the margin was an even larger: 72 to 23, or a chasm of 49 percent. Clinton, counting on the feminist symbolism of a shattered glass ceiling to make up the loss, even lost a majority of white women, by 10 points. As”
    Robert Kuttner, Can Democracy Survive Global Capitalism?

  • #19
    Paula Hawkins
    “The holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps.”
    Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train

  • #20
    Theodore Roosevelt
    “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
    Theodore Roosevelt

  • #21
    William Shakespeare
    “These violent delights have violent ends
    And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
    Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
    Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
    And in the taste confounds the appetite.
    Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
    Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #22
    Edmund Burke
    “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”
    Edmund Burke

  • #23
    Rudyard Kipling
    “If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;

    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise

    If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;

    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;

    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;

    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!”
    Rudyard Kipling, If: A Father's Advice to His Son

  • #24
    Frances Hodgson Burnett
    “Whatever comes," she said, "cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it.”
    Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess

  • #25
    T.F. Hodge
    “To conquer frustration, one must remain intensely focused on the outcome, not the obstacles.”
    T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence

  • #26
    Lauren Oliver
    “Symptoms of Amor Deliria Nervosa

    PHASE ONE:
    -preoccupation; difficulty focusing
    -dry mouth
    -perspiration, sweaty palms
    -fits of dizziness and disorientation
    -reduced mental awareness; racing thoughts; impaired reasoning skills

    PHASE TWO:
    -periods of euphoria; hysterical laughter and heightened energy
    -periods of despair; lethargy
    -changes in appetite; rapid weight loss or weight gain
    -fixation; loss of other interests
    -compromised reasoning skills; distortion of reality
    -disruption of sleep patterns; insomnia or constant fatigue
    -obsessive thoughts and actions
    -paranoia; insecurity

    PHASE THREE (CRITICAL):
    -difficulty breathing
    -pain in the chest, throat or stomach
    -complete breakdown of rational faculties; erratic behavior; violent thoughts and fantasies; hallucinations and delusions

    PHASE FOUR (FATAL):
    -emotional or physical paralysis (partial or total)
    -death

    If you fear that you or someone you know may have contracted deliria, please call the emergency line toll-free at 1-800-PREVENT to discuss immediate intake and treatment.”
    Lauren Oliver, Delirium

  • #27
    Tacitus
    “If you would know who controls you see who you may not criticise.”
    Tacitus

  • #28
    Thomas Pynchon
    “If there is something comforting-religious , if you want-about paranoia-there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.”
    Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

  • #29
    “On Writing: Aphorisms and Ten-Second Essays

    1. A beginning ends what an end begins.

    2. The despair of the blank page: it is so full.

    3. In the head Art’s not democratic. I wait a long time to be a writer good enough even for myself.

    4. The best time is stolen time.

    5. All work is the avoidance of harder work.

    6. When I am trying to write I turn on music so I can hear what is keeping me from hearing.

    7. I envy music for being beyond words. But then, every word is beyond music.

    8. Why would we write if we’d already heard what we wanted to hear?

    9. The poem in the quarterly is sure to fail within two lines: flaccid, rhythmless, hopelessly dutiful. But I read poets from strange languages with freedom and pleasure because I can believe in all that has been lost in translation. Though all works, all acts, all languages are already translation.

    10. Writer: how books read each other.

    11. Idolaters of the great need to believe that what they love cannot fail them, adorers of camp, kitsch, trash that they cannot fail what they love.

    12. If I didn’t spend so much time writing, I’d know a lot more. But I wouldn’t know anything.

    13. If you’re Larkin or Bishop, one book a decade is enough. If you’re not? More than enough.

    14. Writing is like washing windows in the sun. With every attempt to perfect clarity you make a new smear.

    15. There are silences harder to take back than words.

    16. Opacity gives way. Transparency is the mystery.

    17. I need a much greater vocabulary to talk to you than to talk to myself.

    18. Only half of writing is saying what you mean. The other half is preventing people from reading what they expected you to mean.

    19. Believe stupid praise, deserve stupid criticism.

    20. Writing a book is like doing a huge jigsaw puzzle, unendurably slow at first, almost self-propelled at the end. Actually, it’s more like doing a puzzle from a box in which several puzzles have been mixed. Starting out, you can’t tell whether a piece belongs to the puzzle at hand, or one you’ve already done, or will do in ten years, or will never do.

    21. Minds go from intuition to articulation to self-defense, which is what they die of.

    22. The dead are still writing. Every morning, somewhere, is a line, a passage, a whole book you are sure wasn’t there yesterday.

    23. To feel an end is to discover that there had been a beginning. A parenthesis closes that we hadn’t realized was open).

    24. There, all along, was what you wanted to say. But this is not what you wanted, is it, to have said it?”
    James Richardson

  • #30
    John Irving
    “when however small a measure of jealousy is mixed with misunderstanding, there is always going to be trouble.”
    John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany



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