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    Walt Whitman
    “I exist as I am, that is enough.”
    Walt Whitman

  • #1
    Walt Whitman
    “Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.”
    Walt Whitman

  • #2
    Neil Gaiman
    “Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

  • #2
    Langston Hughes
    “Life is for the living.
    Death is for the dead.
    Let life be like music.
    And death a note unsaid.”
    Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

  • #2
    Walt Whitman
    “O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
    Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
    Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
    Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
    Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
    Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
    The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

    Answer.

    That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
    That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.”
    Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

  • #9
    Isabelle Eberhardt
    “Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.”
    Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt

  • #10
    Ally Condie
    “Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.”
    Ally Condie, Matched

  • #11
    E.E. Cummings
    “sweet spring is your
    time is my time is our
    time for springtime is lovetime
    and viva sweet love

    (all the merry little birds are
    flying in the floating in the
    very spirits singing in
    are winging in the blossoming)

    lovers go and lovers come
    awandering awondering
    but any two are perfectly
    alone there's nobody else alive

    (such a sky and such a sun
    i never knew and neither did you
    and everybody never breathed
    quite so many kinds of yes)

    not a tree can count his leaves
    each herself by opening
    but shining who by thousands mean
    only one amazing thing

    (secretly adoring shyly
    tiny winging darting floating
    merry in the blossoming
    always joyful selves are singing)

    sweet spring is your
    time is my time is our
    time for springtime is lovetime
    and viva sweet love”
    E. e. cummings

  • #12
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #13
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #15
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
    Fitzgerald F. Scott, The Great Gatsby

  • #16
    Zelda Fitzgerald
    “Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
    Zelda Fitzgerald

  • #16
    Gayle Forman
    “Part of me knows one more day won't do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.”
    Gayle Forman, Just One Day

  • #17
    We accept the love we think we deserve.
    “We accept the love we think we deserve.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #18
    Paulo Coelho
    “So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #19
    Shana Abe
    “I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.”
    Shana Abe

  • #20
    John Greenleaf Whittier
    “Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.”
    John Greenleaf Whittier

  • #21
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “We loved with a love that was more than love.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #22
    Robert Frost
    “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
    Robert Frost

  • #23
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #24
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “You'll find another.'
    God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that 'if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you'? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #25
    E.E. Cummings
    “Unbeing dead isn't being alive.”
    E. E. Cummings

  • #26
    Langston Hughes
    “Hold fast to dreams,
    For if dreams die
    Life is a broken-winged bird,
    That cannot fly.”
    Langston Hughes

  • #27
    Walt Whitman
    “Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.”
    Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

  • #28
    Walt Whitman
    “I tramp a perpetual journey.”
    Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

  • #29
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #30
    John Muir
    “The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”
    John Muir

  • #31
    Alexander Pope
    “The world forgetting by the world forgot.”
    Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard

  • #32
    Pablo Neruda
    “Green was the silence, wet was the light,
    the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #33
    Roman Payne
    “She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”
    Roman Payne, The Wanderess



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