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  • #1
    Audrey Hepburn
    “I'm an introvert... I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.”
    Audrey Hepburn

  • #2
    Audrey Hepburn
    “I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel.”
    Audrey Hepburn

  • #3
    Audrey Hepburn
    “Why change? Everyone has his own style. When you have found it, you should stick to it.”
    Audrey Hepburn

  • #4
    Audrey Hepburn
    “When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that's when I think life is over.”
    Audrey Hepburn

  • #5
    Audrey Hepburn
    “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.”
    Audrey Hepburn

  • #6
    Audrey Hepburn
    “I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.”
    Audrey Hepburn

  • #7
    Audrey Hepburn
    “You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say about him.”
    audrey hepburn

  • #8
    Audrey Hepburn
    “If I get married, I want to be very married.”
    Audrey Hepburn

  • #9
    Audrey Hepburn
    “Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come... The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present, and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.”
    Audrey Hepburn

  • #10
    Eric Roth
    “For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”
    Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

  • #11
    Eric Roth
    “Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.”
    Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

  • #12
    Eric Roth
    “I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”
    Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

  • #13
    Eric Roth
    “You never know what's coming for you.”
    Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

  • #14
    Eric Roth
    “You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went, you can curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.”
    Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

  • #15
    Eric Roth
    “Benjamin, we’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?”
    Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

  • #16
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “You’re just the romantic age,” she continued- “fifty. Twenty-five is too worldly wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is- oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty.” - Hildegarde”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

  • #17
    Eric Roth
    “I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you`re proud of, and if you find that you`re not, I hope you find the strength to start all over again.”
    Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

  • #18
    Eric Roth
    “She taught me to play the piano, and what it meant to miss somebody.”
    Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

  • #19
    Eric Roth
    “Sometimes we’re on a collision course, and we just don’t know it. Whether it’s by accident or by design, there’s not a thing we can do about it. A woman in Paris was on her way to go shopping, but she had forgotten her coat - went back to get it. When she had gotten her coat, the phone had rung, so she’d stopped to answer it; talked for a couple of minutes. While the woman was on the phone, Daisy was rehearsing for a performance at the Paris Opera House. And while she was rehearsing, the woman, off the phone now, had gone outside to get a taxi. Now a taxi driver had dropped off a fare earlier and had stopped to get a cup of coffee. And all the while, Daisy was rehearsing. And this cab driver, who dropped off the earlier fare; who’d stopped to get the cup of coffee, had picked up the lady who was going to shopping, and had missed getting an earlier cab. The taxi had to stop for a man crossing the street, who had left for work five minutes later than he normally did, because he forgot to set off his alarm. While that man, late for work, was crossing the street, Daisy had finished rehearsing, and was taking a shower. And while Daisy was showering, the taxi was waiting outside a boutique for the woman to pick up a package, which hadn’t been wrapped yet, because the girl who was supposed to wrap it had broken up with her boyfriend the night before, and forgot.

    When the package was wrapped, the woman, who was back in the cab, was blocked by a delivery truck, all the while Daisy was getting dressed. The delivery truck pulled away and the taxi was able to move, while Daisy, the last to be dressed, waited for one of her friends, who had broken a shoelace. While the taxi was stopped, waiting for a traffic light, Daisy and her friend came out the back of the theater. And if only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn’t broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn’t broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier; or that taxi driver hadn’t stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would’ve crossed the street, and the taxi would’ve driven by. But life being what it is - a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone’s control - that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed.”
    Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

  • #20
    Rebecca Stead
    “Mom says each of us has a veil between ourselves and the rest of the world, like a bride wears on her wedding day, except this kind of veil is invisible. We walk around happily with these invisible veils hanging down over our faces. The world is kind of blurry, and we like it that way. But sometimes our veils are pushed away for a few moments, like there's a wind blowing it from our faces. And when the veil lifts, we can see the world as it really is, just for those few seconds before it settles down again. We see all the beauty, and cruelty, and sadness, and love. But mostly we are happy not to. Some people learn to lift the veil themselves. Then they don't have to depend on the wind anymore.”
    Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me

  • #21
    Cecelia Ahern
    “The more you try to simplify things the more you complicate them. You create rules, build walls, push people away, lie to yourself and ignore true feelings. That is not simplifying things.”
    Cecelia Ahern, If You Could See Me Now

  • #22
    Laura Moriarty
    “You could push people away, past their limits, even accidentally, and then it was just too late to get them back”
    Laura Moriarty, The Rest of Her Life

  • #23
    Jacqueline Woodson
    “You can't always be pushing people away. Someday nobody'll come back.”
    Jacqueline Woodson, The Dear One

  • #24
    “Loving music had pushed all of us off the track- away from the normal pursuit of career, mate, and family, on an endless quest for that vibrating high, the plunge beyond time that comes only when you submerge yourself beneath the waterline of amplified sound. We were addicts, in a way, but also adept, enlightened by a noise most people considered no more than a pleasant distraction. What was left for us but to practice our art of listening?”
    Ann Powers, Weird Like Us: My Bohemian America

  • #25
    “We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened”
    John C. Moffi

  • #26
    José N. Harris
    “Last night I had a nightmare. That me and someone I cared a lot about were playing a game in a pool. We'd take turns submerging ourselves under the water while the other person kept time.

    At one point it felt like the other person might be drowning, so  I jumped in to pull her up. She smiled and laughed and pushed me away. Then she turned blue and died. I could not resuciate her.

    I woke up at 3, sweating, in shock and pain. Frightened. But then I realized it was only a dream. But then I realized it was just like real life...

    Sometimes people we care about play risky games and then don't want our help. There is nothing we can do for them, no matter how much we care...”
    José N. Harris, MI VIDA: A Story of Faith, Hope and Love

  • #27
    André Aciman
    “I don't always think I'm a good person. But telling people this only makes them want to prove me wrong, and the more they try to prove me wrong, the more I want to push them away, but the more I push them away, the guiltier I get, the nicer I become, the more they think I've changed. It never lasts. In the end I learn to hate both myself and them for things that should have lasted no longer than a few hours.' She reflected on this. 'Maybe a few nights. Inky and I could have stayed friends.'
    'This is the most twisted thing you've said so far'
    'What, that being kind to people makes me want to hurt them? Or that hurting them makes me want to be kind?”
    André Aciman, Eight White Nights

  • #28
    Karen Marie Moning
    “I’ve been in your skin,” he taunted. “I know you inside and out. There’s nothing there. Do us all a favor and die so we can start working on another plan and quit thinking maybe you’ll grow the fuck up and be capable of something.”

    Okay, enough! “You don’t know me inside and out,” I snarled. “You may have gotten in my skin, but you have never gotten inside my heart. Go ahead, Barrons, make me slice and dice myself. Go ahead, play games with me. Push me around. Lie to me. Bully me. Be your usual constant jackass self. Stalk around all broody and pissy and secretive, but you’re wrong about me. There’s something inside me you’d better be afraid of. And you can’t touch my soul. You will never touch my soul!”

    I raised my hand, drew back the knife, and let it fly. It sliced through the air, straight for his head.

    He avoided it with preternatural grace, a mere whisper of a movement, precisely and only as much as was required to not get hit.

    The hilt vibrated in the wood of the ornate mantel next to his head.

    “So, fuck you, Jericho Barrons, and not the way you like it. Fuck you—as in, you can’t touch me. Nobody can.”

    I kicked the table at him. It crashed into his shins. I picked up a lamp from the end table. Flung it straight at his head. He ducked again. I grabbed a book. It thumped off his chest.

    He laughed, dark eyes glittering with exhilaration.

    I launched myself at him, slammed a fist into his face. I heard a satisfying crunch and felt something in his nose give.

    He didn’t try to hit me back or push me away. Merely wrapped his arms around me and crushed me tight to his body, trapping my arms against his chest.

    Then, when I thought he might just squeeze me to death, he dropped his head forward, into the hollow where my shoulder met my neck.

    “Do you miss fucking me, Ms. Lane?” he purred against my ear. Voice resonated in my skull, pressuring a reply.

    I was tall and strong and proud inside myself. Nobody owned me. I didn’t have to answer any questions I didn’t want to, ever again.

    “Wouldn’t you just love to know?” I purred back. “You want more of me, don’t you, Barrons? I got under your skin deep. I hope you got addicted to me. I was a wild one, wasn’t I? I bet you never had sex like that in your entire existence, huh, O Ancient One? I bet I rocked your perfectly disciplined little world. I hope wanting me hurts like hell!”

    His hands were suddenly cruelly tight on my waist.

    “There’s only one question that matters, Ms. Lane, and it’s the one you never get around to asking. People are capable of varying degrees of truth. The majority spend their entire lives fabricating an elaborate skein of lies, immersing themselves in the faith of bad faith, doing whatever it takes to feel safe. The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. It’s the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or die. Prove yourself. How much truth can you take, Ms. Lane?”

    Dreamfever”
    Karen Marie Moning

  • #29
    Jane Austen
    “There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #30
    Plato
    “Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
    Plato



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