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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
    Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “You have to die a few times before you can really
    live.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”
    Charles Bukowski and Carl Weissner

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #7
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #8
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #9
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #10
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.”
    Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

  • #11
    Frank Sinatra
    “The best revenge is massive success.”
    Frank Sinatra

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me."
    She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
    "But I don't want anything else in the world.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #13
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #14
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #15
    Neil Gaiman
    “She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

    She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”
    Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

  • #16
    Veronica Roth
    “You think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you're small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you're wrong."

    He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife? My skin tingles at the point of contact, like he's transmitting electricity through his skin.

    "My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press." he says, his fingers squeezing at the word break. My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe.

    His dark eyes lifting to mine, he adds, "But I resist it."

    "Why..." I swallow hard. "Why is that your first instinct?"

    "Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating." He releases me but doesn't pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. "Sometimes I just want to see it again. Want to see you awake.”
    Veronica Roth, Divergent

  • #17
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.”
    Charlotte Brontë , Jane Eyre

  • #18
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love-
    I and my Annabel Lee;
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsman came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me-
    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #19
    Veronica Roth
    “I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.”
    Veronica Roth, Divergent

  • #20
    Veronica Roth
    “I have something I need to tell you," he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. "I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though."
    "That's sensible of you," I say, smiling too. "We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something."
    I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear.
    "Maybe I'm already sure," he says, "and I just don't want to frighten you."
    I laugh a little. "Then you should know better."
    "Fine," he says. "Then I love you.”
    Veronica Roth, Divergent

  • #21
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Better to be without logic than without feeling.”
    Charlotte Brontë

  • #22
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #23
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Gentle, soft dream, nestling in my arms now, you will fly, too, as your sisters have all fled before you: but kiss me before you go--embrace me, Jane.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #24
    Charlotte Brontë
    “He made me love him without looking at me.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
    tags: love

  • #25
    Charlotte Brontë
    “It would not be wicked to love me."
    "It would to obey you.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #26
    Haruki Murakami
    “Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”
    Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories

  • #27
    Haruki Murakami
    “Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #28
    Haruki Murakami
    “here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #29
    Haruki Murakami
    “I'm not so weird to me.”
    Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

  • #30
    Haruki Murakami
    “Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.”
    Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories



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