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  • #1
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
    Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

  • #2
    I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn
    “I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #3
    David  Mitchell
    “My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
    David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

  • #4
    John Green
    “I'm in love with you," he said quietly.

    "Augustus," I said.

    "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #5
    William Wordsworth
    “Wild is the music
    of autumnal winds
    Amongst the faded woods.”
    William Wordsworth

  • #6
    Emily Dickinson
    “I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #7
    Virginia Woolf
    “How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #8
    Albert Camus
    “Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but 'steal' some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”
    Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959

  • #9
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “Hence in solitude, or that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings and yet they sympathize not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, the waters, and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring, in the blue air, there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart.”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley, Shelley on Love: Selected writings

  • #10
    John Muir
    “Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.”
    John Muir, The Mountains of California

  • #11
    John Keats
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    John Keats

  • #12
    Frances Hodgson Burnett
    “Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"...
    "It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...”
    Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

  • #13
    Mary Oliver
    “How I go to the wood

    Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
    friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
    unsuitable.

    I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
    or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
    praying, as you no doubt have yours.

    Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
    on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
    until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
    unhearable sound of the roses singing.

    If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
    you very much.”
    Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

  • #14
    Jack Kerouac
    “I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.”
    Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

  • #15
    John Muir
    “I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”
    John Muir, John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir

  • #16
    Sylvia Plath
    “August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #18
    W.B. Yeats
    “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
    For I would ride with you upon the wind,
    Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
    And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”
    William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire

  • #19
    Jane Austen
    “I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.”
    Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

  • #20
    Betty  Smith
    “From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #21
    E.M. Forster
    “I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little further down our particular path than we have yet gone ourselves.”
    E.M. Forster

  • #22
    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

  • #23
    Mary Oliver
    “But literature, the best of it, does not aim to be literature. It wants and strives, beyond that artifact part of itself, to be a true part of the composite human record—that is, not words but a reality.”
    Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

  • #24
    Mary Oliver
    “I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple--or a green field--a place to enter, and in which to feel.”
    Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

  • #25
    Mary Oliver
    “Teach the children. We don’t matter so much, but the children do. Show them daisies and the pale hepatica. Teach them the taste of sassafras and wintergreen. The lives of the blue sailors, mallow, sunbursts, the moccasin flowers. And the frisky ones–inkberry, lamb’s quarters, blueberries. And the aromatic ones–rosemary, oregano. Give them peppermint to put in their pockets as they go to school. Give them the fields and the woods and the possibility of the world salvaged from the lords of profit. Stand them in the stream, head them upstream, rejoice as they learn to love this green space they live in, its sticks and leaves and then the silent, beautiful blossoms. Attention is the beginning of devotion.”
    Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

  • #26
    Mary Oliver
    “quickly found for myself two such blessings—the natural world, and the world of writing: literature. These were the gates through which I vanished from a difficult place.”
    Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

  • #27
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke

  • #28
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #29
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other. ”
    Rainer Maria Rilke

  • #30
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke



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