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

“What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

“You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.”
― John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

“At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“We are all going, I thought, and it applies to turtles and turtlenecks, Alaska the girl and Alaska the place, because nothing can last, not even the earth itself. The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, we'd learned, and that the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“You always get exaggerated notions about things you don't know anything about.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“we rarely confide in those who are better than we. Rather, we are more inclined to flee their society. Most often, on the other hand, we confess to those who are like us and who share our weaknesses. Hence we don't want to improve ourselves and be bettered, for we should first have to be judged in default. We merely wish to be pitied and encouraged in the course we have chosen. In short, we should like, at the same time, to cease being guilty and yet not to make the effort of cleansing ourselves.”
― Albert Camus

“We are all born mad, some remain so”
― Albert Camus

“I saw them standing there pretending to be just friends, when all the time in the world could not pry them apart. ”
― Brian Andreas

“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”
― Brian Andreas, Story People

“Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.”
― Brian Andreas

“Your job is to focus on my personal happiness, she said, & I've got big plans, so break time is over. ”
― Brian Andreas

“if there is any secret to this life i live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. and there is nothing more to it than that.”
― brian andreas

“In the end, I think that I will like that we were sitting on the bed, talking & wondering where the time had gone.”
― Brian Andreas

“Trapped mainly by wanting things to be exactly as they are, only better ”
― Brian Andreas

“Void is when there is absolutely nothing there and the nothing is natural, a complete vacuum. But empty - with empty, you are aware of what's supposed to be there. Empty means something is missing.”
― David Levithan, Every You, Every Me

“I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“I am nothing.
I'll never be anything.
I couldn't want to be something.
Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“Inch by inch I conquered the inner terrain I was born with. Bit by bit I reclaimed the swamp in which I'd languished. I gave birth to my infinite being, but I had to wrench myself out of me with forceps.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“I’m losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“Having never discovered qualities in myself that might attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own”
― Fernando Pessoa

“I am nothing.
I will never be anything.
I cannot wish to be anything.
Bar that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.”
― Fernando Pessoa

“Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Sit still with me in the shade of these green trees, which have no weightier thought than the withering of their leaves when autumn arrives, or the stretching of their many stiff fingers into the cold sky of the passing winter. Sit still with me and meditate on how useless effort is, how alien the will, and on how our very meditation is no more useful than effort, and no more our own than the will. Meditate too on how a life that wants nothing can have no weight in the flux of things, but a life the wants everything can likewise have no weight in the flux of things, since it cannot obtain everything, and to obtain less than everything is not worthy of souls that seek the truth.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Education of the Stoic: The Only Manuscript of the Baron of Teive

“Walking on these streets, until the night falls, my life feels to me like the life they have. By day they’re full of meaningless activity; by night, they’re full of meaningless lack of it. By day I am nothing, and by night I am I. There is no difference between me and these streets, save they being streets and I a soul, which perhaps is irrelevant when we consider the essence of things”
― Fernando Pessoa

“I am the suburb of a non-existent town, the prolix commentary on a book never written. I am nobody, nobody. I am a character in a novel which remains to be written, and I float, aerial, scattered without ever having been, among the dreams of a creature who did not know how to finish me off.”
― Fernando Pessoa