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“I think sometimes just being silent and watching can change a person.”
― Shannon Hale, Book of a Thousand Days

“Happiness is the most natural thing in the world when you have it, and the slowest, strangest, most impossible thing when you don't. It's like learning a foreign language: You can think about the words all you want, but you'll never be able to speak it until you suck up your courage and say them out loud.”
― Dan Wells, Partials

“Facts are too busy being true to worry about how you feel about them.”
― Dan Wells, Fragments

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“Ah, yes. Fine. A lovely sounding word that means absolutely nothing.”
― Robin Benway, Also Known As

“My dad always told me that holding a grudge is like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to die.”
― Anna Banks, Of Triton

“...even the most independent people sometimes needed help. And if I'd learned nothing else from my life thus far, it was that you don't always end up where you think you're going.”
― Margaret Peterson Haddix, Just Ella

“You could rattle the stars," she whispered. "You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Flawed, we're truly interesting, truly memorable, and yes, truly beautiful.”
― Justina Chen Headley, North of Beautiful

“I live in the light,
But carry my dark with me.”
― John Marsden, The Dead of Night

“We believed we were safe. That was the big fantasy.”
― John Marsden, Tomorrow, When the War Began

“There are some things that once you've lost, you never get back. Innocence is one. Love is another. I guess childhood is a third.”
― John Marsden

“Life's harder, the deeper you feel things, was all I could think as I put the books away. Feelings, who needs them? Sometimes they're like a gift, when you feel love or happiness. Sometimes they're a curse.”
― John Marsden, The Dead of Night

“Time spent in reconnaissance is seldom wasted.”
― John Marsden, Tomorrow, When the War Began

“It's always the fear of looking stupid that stops you from being awesome.”
― Kiera Cass, The Selection

“Maxon: “To be clear, no one agrees with you.”

America: “To be clear, I don’t care.”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“You raze the old to raise the new.”
― Justina Chen Headley, North of Beautiful

“When the creative impulse sweeps over you, grab it. You grab it and honor it and use it, because momentum is a rare gift.”
― Justina Chen Headley, North of Beautiful

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“What's past is prologue.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“This thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Thought is free.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
― Victor Hugo

“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

“He carried Hell with him, as we all did, like a little load on our backs that we hardly noticed most of the time, or like a huge great hump of suffering that bent us over with its weight.”
― John Marsden, Tomorrow, When the War Began

“We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.”
― John Marsden, The Dead of Night