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  • #1
    Blaga Dimitrova
    “Исках да те нямам завинаги, а не да те имам за кратко. " ~”
    Blaga Dimitrova

  • #2
    John Green
    “I was so good at being a kid, and so terrible at being whatever I was now.”
    John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

  • #3
    John Green
    “I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #4
    Franz Kafka
    “I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #5
    Sylvia Plath
    “I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #6
    Franz Kafka
    “I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #8
    Franz Kafka
    “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
    Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

  • #9
    John Green
    “Because memories fall apart, too. And you're left with nothing.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #10
    John Green
    “You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different, and I'm sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice. You left me Perhapsless, stuck in your goddamned labyrinth. And now I don't even know if you chose the straight and fast way out, if you left me like this on purpose. And so I never knew you, did I? I can't remember, because I never knew.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #11
    John Green
    “no one ever says good-bye unless they want to see you again. aa”
    John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

  • #12
    John Green
    “The worst part of being truly alone is you think about all the times you wished that everyone would just leave you be. Then they do, and you are left being, and you turn out to be terrible company.”
    John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

  • #13
    John Green
    “I missed everybody. To be alive is to be missing.”
    John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

  • #14
    John Green
    “I thought, lying there, that I might love him for the rest of my life. We did love each other—maybe we never said it, and maybe love was never something we were in, but it was something I felt. I loved him, and I thought, maybe I will never see him again, and I'll be stuck missing him, and isn't that so terrible.”
    John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

  • #15
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Is that all?" she whispered.
    Gansey closed his eyes. "That's all there is.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys
    tags: sad

  • #16
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Ronans second secret was Adam Parrish”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

  • #17
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Adam Parrish.

    This was how it had begun: Ronan Lynch had been in the passenger seat of Richard Campbell Gansey III's bright orange '73 Camaro, hanging out the window because walls couldn't hold him. Little historic Henrietta, Virginia, curled close, trees and streetlights alike leaning in as if to catch the conversation down below. What a pair the two of them were. Gansey, searching desperately for meaning. Ronan, sure that he wouldn't find any. Voted most and least likely to succeed, respectively, at Aglionby Academy, their shared high school. Those days, Gansey was the hunter and Ronan the hawkish best friend kept hooded and belled to prevent him tearing himself to shreds with his own talons.

    This was how it had begun: a student walking his bike up the last hill into town, clearly headed the same place they were. He wore the Aglionby uniform, although as they grew closer Ronan saw it was threadbare in a way school uniforms couldnt manage in a single year's use--secondhand. His sleeves were pushed up and his forearms were wiry, the thin muscles picked out in stark relief. Ronan's attention stuck on his hands. Lovely boyish hands with prominent knuckles, gaunt and long like his unfamiliar face.

    "Who's that?" Gansey had asked, and Ronan hadn't answered, just kept hanging out the window. As they passed, Adam's expression was all contradictions: intense and wary, resigned and resilient, defeated and defiant.

    Ronan hadn't known anything about who Adam was then and, if possible, he'd known even less about who he himself was, but as they drove away from the boy with the bicycle, this was how it had begun: Ronan leaning back against his seat and closing his eyes and sending up a simple, inexplicable, desperate prayer to God:

    Please.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down the Hawk

  • #18
    Timothy Leary
    “Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…”
    Timothy Leary

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #20
    Blaga Dimitrova
    “Само една любов признавам на тоя свят - да обичаш независимо от това, обичат ли те, носят ли ти сигурност, подкрепят ли те, като че ли си недоразвито същество и се нуждаеш от патерици. Независимо от това, изгодно или не, благоразумно или не. Да обичаш, защото обичаш. Това е единственото основание.”
    Blaga Dimitrova, Отклонение
    tags: life, love

  • #21
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them.
    Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness.
    Her raven boys.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

  • #22
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

  • #23
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

  • #24
    George R.R. Martin
    “Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

  • #25
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #26
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Wasn’t friendship its own miracle, the finding of another person who made the entire lonely world seem somehow less lonely?”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #27
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #28
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Sometimes he wakes so far from himself that he can’t even remember who he is. “Where am I?” he asks, desperate, and then, “Who am I? Who am I?”
    And then he hears, so close to his ear that it is as if the voice is originating inside his own head, Willem’s whispered incantation. “You’re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You’re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You’re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs.
    “You’re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen.
    “You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way.
    “You’re a lawyer. You’re the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it.
    “You’re a mathematician. You’re a logician. You’ve tried to teach me, again and again.
    “You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #29
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “The axiom of equality states that x always equals x: it assumes that if you have a conceptual thing named x, that it must always be equivalent to itself, that it has a uniqueness about it, that it is in possession of something so irreducible that we must assume it is absolutely, unchangeably equivalent to itself for all time, that its very elementalness can never be altered. But it is impossible to prove. Always, absolutes, nevers: these are the words, as much as numbers, that make up the world of mathematics. Not everyone liked the axiom of equality––Dr. Li had once called it coy and twee, a fan dance of an axiom––but he had always appreciated how elusive it was, how the beauty of the equation itself would always be frustrated by the attempts to prove it. It was the kind of axiom that could drive you mad, that could consume you, that could easily become an entire life.

    But now he knows for certain how true the axiom is, because he himself––his very life––has proven it. The person I was will always be the person I am, he realizes. The context may have changed: he may be in this apartment, and he may have a job that he enjoys and that pays him well, and he may have parents and friends he loves. He may be respected; in court, he may even be feared. But fundamentally, he is the same person, a person who inspires disgust, a person meant to be hated.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #30
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Harold sighs. “Jude,” he says, “there’s not an expiration date on needing help, or needing people. You don’t get to a certain age and it stops.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life



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