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  • #1
    “Meant to be?’ It's just something people say so that they don't have to look at all the things they did wrong and wish they could take back. Only by the time they figure that out, it's too late.”
    Zoey Dean, California Dreaming

  • #2
    Cecily von Ziegesar
    “Destiny is for losers. It's just a lame excuse for letting things happen to you instead of making them happen.”
    Cecily von Ziegesar, I Like It Like That

  • #3
    Cecily von Ziegesar
    “I know hate is a strong word and everything, but its okay: we're teenagers.”
    Cecily von Ziegesar, You Know You Love Me

  • #4
    Cecily von Ziegesar
    “Blair liked to think of herself as a hopeless romantic in the style of old movie actresses like Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe. She was always coming up with plot devices for the movie she was starring in at the moment, the movie that was her life.”
    Cecily von Ziegesar, Gossip Girl

  • #5
    Aldous Huxley
    “But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
    Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

  • #6
    Aldous Huxley
    “I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.”
    Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

  • #7
    I read; I travel; I become
    “I read; I travel; I become”
    Derek Walcott

  • #8
    William Shakespeare
    “Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.”
    William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

  • #9
    “When the army doesn’t come for you, when no one chooses to fight for you, when no one dives in after you with fairy tales and promises, you write a different story. You write a tale of adventure and chaos, of survival and fortitude, and instead of wishing to be saved, you save yourself.”
    Kelton Wright

  • #10
    “Come quickly, I am tasting the stars!”
    Dom Perignon

  • #11
    E. Lockhart
    “It is better to be alone, she figures, than to be with someone who can't see who you are. It is better to lead than to follow. It is better to speak up than stay silent. It is better to open doors than to shut them on people.

    She will not be simple and sweet. She will not be what people tell her to be. That Bunny Rabbit is dead.”
    E. Lockhart, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks

  • #12
    E. Lockhart
    “They planned to know one another when they were ancient and gray-"when we're doddering around with canes and have forgotten the names of our wives, we will still be Bassets,and still be young in our hearts.”
    E. Lockhart, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks

  • #13
    Roland Smith
    “The only thing you'll find on the summit of Mount Everest is a divine view. The things that really matter lie far below.”
    Roland Smith, Peak

  • #14
    “Love was something that happened slowly, because you gave it time to grow. It couldn't come from fear or even from seduction. It came because you felt whole enough and strong enough all on your own to let another person in. It sounded cheesy. It was an utter cliché. But it was also true.”
    Zoey Dean, Heart of Glass

  • #15
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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