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  • #1
    Pablo Neruda
    “Sonnet XVII

    I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
    or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
    I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that never blooms
    but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
    thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
    risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
    I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
    so I love you because I know no other way than this:

    where I does not exist, nor you,
    so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
    so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #2
    Anaïs Nin
    “I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot make. Please give me that heavy book. I need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. Otherwise I feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness. I know that I am dead. As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me. Don't say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.”
    Anais Nin

  • #3
    Gary Paulsen
    “Why do I read?
    I just can't help myself.
    I read to learn and to grow, to laugh
    and to be motivated.
    I read to understand things I've never
    been exposed to.
    I read when I'm crabby, when I've just
    said monumentally dumb things to the
    people I love.
    I read for strength to help me when I
    feel broken, discouraged, and afraid.
    I read when I'm angry at the whole
    world.
    I read when everything is going right.
    I read to find hope.
    I read because I'm made up not just of
    skin and bones, of sights, feelings,
    and a deep need for chocolate, but I'm
    also made up of words.
    Words describe my thoughts and what's
    hidden in my heart.
    Words are alive--when I've found a
    story that I love, I read it again and
    again, like playing a favorite song
    over and over.
    Reading isn't passive--I enter the
    story with the characters, breathe
    their air, feel their frustrations,
    scream at them to stop when they're
    about to do something stupid, cry with
    them, laugh with them.
    Reading for me, is spending time with a
    friend.
    A book is a friend.
    You can never have too many.”
    Gary Paulsen, Shelf Life: Stories by the Book

  • #4
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

  • #5
    T.S. Eliot
    “I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
    T.S. Eliot

  • #6
    “On Writing: Aphorisms and Ten-Second Essays

    1. A beginning ends what an end begins.

    2. The despair of the blank page: it is so full.

    3. In the head Art’s not democratic. I wait a long time to be a writer good enough even for myself.

    4. The best time is stolen time.

    5. All work is the avoidance of harder work.

    6. When I am trying to write I turn on music so I can hear what is keeping me from hearing.

    7. I envy music for being beyond words. But then, every word is beyond music.

    8. Why would we write if we’d already heard what we wanted to hear?

    9. The poem in the quarterly is sure to fail within two lines: flaccid, rhythmless, hopelessly dutiful. But I read poets from strange languages with freedom and pleasure because I can believe in all that has been lost in translation. Though all works, all acts, all languages are already translation.

    10. Writer: how books read each other.

    11. Idolaters of the great need to believe that what they love cannot fail them, adorers of camp, kitsch, trash that they cannot fail what they love.

    12. If I didn’t spend so much time writing, I’d know a lot more. But I wouldn’t know anything.

    13. If you’re Larkin or Bishop, one book a decade is enough. If you’re not? More than enough.

    14. Writing is like washing windows in the sun. With every attempt to perfect clarity you make a new smear.

    15. There are silences harder to take back than words.

    16. Opacity gives way. Transparency is the mystery.

    17. I need a much greater vocabulary to talk to you than to talk to myself.

    18. Only half of writing is saying what you mean. The other half is preventing people from reading what they expected you to mean.

    19. Believe stupid praise, deserve stupid criticism.

    20. Writing a book is like doing a huge jigsaw puzzle, unendurably slow at first, almost self-propelled at the end. Actually, it’s more like doing a puzzle from a box in which several puzzles have been mixed. Starting out, you can’t tell whether a piece belongs to the puzzle at hand, or one you’ve already done, or will do in ten years, or will never do.

    21. Minds go from intuition to articulation to self-defense, which is what they die of.

    22. The dead are still writing. Every morning, somewhere, is a line, a passage, a whole book you are sure wasn’t there yesterday.

    23. To feel an end is to discover that there had been a beginning. A parenthesis closes that we hadn’t realized was open).

    24. There, all along, was what you wanted to say. But this is not what you wanted, is it, to have said it?”
    James Richardson

  • #7
    Oscar Wilde
    “The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one’s heart to stone.”
    Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

  • #8
    William Shakespeare
    “Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #9
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre

  • #10
    Susanna Kaysen
    “Suicide is a form of murder— premeditated murder. It isn’t something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes some getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.

    It’s important to cultivate detachment. One way to do this is to practice imagining yourself dead, or in the process of dying. If there’s a window, you must imagine your body falling out the window. If there’s a knife, you must imagine the knife piercing your skin. If there’s a train coming, you must imagine your torso flattened under its wheels. These exercises are necessary to achieving the proper distance.

    The debate was wearing me out. Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark—why not kill myself? Missed the bus—better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie—maybe I shouldn’t kill myself.

    In reality, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehearsal for tragedy.”
    Susanna Kaysen

  • #11
    Rudyard Kipling
    “If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;

    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise

    If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;

    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;

    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;

    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!”
    Rudyard Kipling, If: A Father's Advice to His Son

  • #12
    Jarod Kintz
    “I find out a lot about myself by sleeping. Dreams, they are who I am when I’m too tired to be me.”
    Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale

  • #13
    Ray Bradbury
    “Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.”
    Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

  • #14
    Shel Silverstein
    “Nobody loves me, nobody cares,
    Nobody picks me peaches and pears.
    Nobody offers me candy and Cokes,
    Nobody listens and laughs at me jokes.
    Nobody helps when I get into a fight,
    Nobody does all my homework at night.
    Nobody misses me,
    Nobody cries,
    Nobody thinks I'm a wonderful guy.
    So, if you ask me who's my best friend, in a whiz,
    I'll stand up and tell you NOBODY is!
    But yesterday night I got quite a scare
    I woke up and Nobody just WASN'T there!
    I called out and reached for Nobody's hand,
    In the darkness where Nobody usually stands,
    Then I poked through the house, in each cranny and nook,
    But I found SOMEBODY each place that I looked.
    I seached till I'm tired, and now with the dawn,
    There's no doubt about it-
    NOBODY'S GONE!!”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #15
    Lorraine Hansberry
    “The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.”
    Lorraine Hansberry

  • #16
    Ana Castillo
    “I ask the impossible: love me forever.
    Love me when all desire is gone.
    Love me with the single mindedness of a monk.
    When the world in its entirety,
    and all that you hold sacred advise you
    against it: love me still more.
    When rage fills you and has no name: love me.
    When each step from your door to our job tires you--
    love me; and from job to home again, love me, love me.
    Love me when you're bored--
    when every woman you see is more beautiful than the last,
    or more pathetic, love me as you always have:
    not as admirer or judge, but with
    the compassion you save for yourself
    in your solitude.
    Love me as you relish your loneliness,
    the anticipation of your death,
    mysteries of the flesh, as it tears and mends.
    Love me as your most treasured childhood memory--
    and if there is none to recall--
    imagine one, place me there with you.
    Love me withered as you loved me new.
    Love me as if I were forever--
    and I, will make the impossible
    a simple act,
    by loving you, loving you as I do”
    Ana Castillo, I Ask the Impossible
    tags: love

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #18
    Dr. Seuss
    “I'm afraid that sometimes you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you.”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #19
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #20
    Gabrielle Zevin
    “They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.”
    Gabrielle Zevin

  • #21
    Mahmoud Darwish
    “وسأقطع هذا الطريق إلى آخري... وإلى آخِرِهْ!”
    محمود درويش, مختارات: لي لغة بعدي

  • #22
    Mahmoud Darwish
    “في بيت أُمي صُورَتي ترنو إليّ ولا تكفُّ عن السؤال: أَأَنت, يا ضَيْفي, أَنا؟”
    محمود درويش, مختارات: لي لغة بعدي

  • #22
    Neil Gaiman
    “There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

    You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

    Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

    Whenever it rains you will think of her. ”
    Neil Gaiman

  • #23
    Richard Wilbur
    “What is the opposite of two?
    A lonely me, a lonely you.”
    Richard Wilbur, Opposites, More Opposites, And a Few Differences

  • #24
    Niccolò Machiavelli
    “Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. Every one sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are.”
    Machiavelli, The Prince

  • #25
    J.K. Rowling
    “Harry -- yer a wizard.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #26
    Mahmoud Darwish
    “انا العاشق السيء الحظ, لا استطيع الذهاب اليك ولا استطيع الرجوع الي”
    محمود درويش

  • #27
    Anaïs Nin
    “We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #28
    C.S. Lewis
    “All that is not eternal is eternally out of date.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

  • #30
    Robert Frost
    “The Road Not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.”
    Robert Frost



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