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  • #1
    Lauren Oliver
    “Promise me we'll stay together, okay?" His eyes are once again the clear blue of a perfectly transparent pool. They are eyes to swim in, to float in, forever. "You and me."
    "I promise," I say.
    Behind us the door creaks open, and I turn around, expecting Raven, just as a voice cuts through the air: "Don't believe her.”
    Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

  • #2
    Lauren Oliver
    “Promise me we'll stay together, okay?" His eyes are once again the clear blue of a perfectly transparent pool. They are eyes to swim in, to float in, forever. "You and me."

    "I promise," I say.

    Behind us the door creaks open, and I turn around, expecting Raven, just as a voice cuts through the air: "Don't believe her."

    The whole world closes around me, like an eyelid: For a moment, everything goes dark.

    I am falling. My ears are full of rushing; I have been sucked into a tunnel, a place of pleasure and chaos. My head is about to explode.

    He looks different. He is much thinner, and a scar runs from his eyebrow all the way down to his jaw. On his neck, just behind his left ear, a small tattooed number curves around the three-pronged scar that fooled me, for so long, into believing he was cured. His eyes-once a sweet, melted brown, like syrup-have hardened. Now they are stony, impenetrable.

    Only his hair is the same: that auburn crown, like leaves in autumn.

    Impossible. I close my eyes and reopen them: the boy from a dream, from a different lifetime. A boy brought back from the dead.

    Alex.”
    Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

  • #3
    Walt Whitman
    “We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering... these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love... these are what we stay alive for.”
    Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

  • #4
    N.H. Kleinbaum
    “So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.”
    N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society

  • #5
    N.H. Kleinbaum
    “That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.”
    N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society

  • #6
    “Only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be.”
    Tom Schulman, Dead Poets Society

  • #7
    Walt Whitman
    “Oh captain my captain”
    Walt Whitman

  • #8
    “I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.”
    Tom Schulman, Dead Poets Society

  • #9
    Kenneth M. Clark
    “What happened?

    It took Gibbon six volumes to describe the decline and fall of the Roman Empire, so I shan’t embark on that. But thinking about this almost incredible episode does tell one something about the nature of civilisation.

    It shows that however complex and solid it seems, it is actually quite fragile. It can be destroyed.

    

What are its enemies?

    
Well, first of all fear — fear of war, fear of invasion, fear of plague and famine, that make it simply not worthwhile constructing things, or planting trees or even planning next year’s crops. And fear of the supernatural, which means that you daren’t question anything or change anything.

    The late antique world was full of meaningless rituals, mystery religions, that destroyed self-confidence. And then exhaustion, the feeling of hopelessness which can overtake people even with a high degree of material prosperity. 

There is a poem by the modern Greek poet, Cavafy, in which he imagines the people of an antique town like Alexandria waiting every day for the barbarians to come and sack the city. Finally the barbarians move off somewhere else and the city is saved; but the people are disappointed — it would have been better than nothing.

    Of course, civilisation requires a modicum of material prosperity—

What civilization needs:

confidence in the society in which one lives, belief in its philosophy, belief in its laws, and confidence in one’s own mental powers. The way in which the stones of the Pont du Gard are laid is not only a triumph of technical skill, but shows a vigorous belief in law and discipline.

    Vigour, energy, vitality: all the civilisations—or civilising epochs—have had a weight of energy behind them.

    People sometimes think that civilisation consists in fine sensibilities and good conversations and all that. These can be among the agreeable results of civilisation, but they are not what make a civilisation, and a society can have these amenities and yet be dead and rigid.”
    Kenneth Clark, Civilisation

  • #10
    “Carpe Diem”
    Tom Schulman, Dead Poets Society

  • #11
    “Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push at it, stretch it, it will never be enough. You kick at it, beat at it, it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment you leave dying.”
    Dead Poet's Society

  • #12
    John Green
    “As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #14
    John Green
    “What a slut time is. She screws everybody.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #15
    John Green
    “So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #16
    John Green
    “You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.”
    John Green



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