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  • #1
    Stephenie Meyer
    “He's like a drug for you, Bella.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse

  • #2
    Stephenie Meyer
    “The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.”
    Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

  • #3
    Stephenie Meyer
    “What a marshmallow. You should hold out for someone with a stronger stomach. Someone who laughs at the gore that makes weaker men vomit.”
    Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

  • #4
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Why am I covered in feathers”
    Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn

  • #5
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you”
    Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

  • #6
    Stephenie Meyer
    “And, by the way, I adore you.... in frightening, dangerous ways.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun [2008 Draft]

  • #7
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Now you know," I said lightly, and shrugged. "No one's ever loved anyone as much as I love you.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn

  • #8
    Stephenie Meyer
    “I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

  • #9
    Stephenie Meyer
    “The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.”
    Stephanie Meyer, New Moon

  • #10
    Stephenie Meyer
    “She just keeps saying "He’s gone.”
    Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

  • #11
    Stephenie Meyer
    “So eager for eternal damnation.”
    Stephenie Meyer

  • #12
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Don't be afraid," I said, "We belong together."
    I was immediatly overcome by the truth of my own words.”
    Stephanie Meyer

  • #13
    Stephenie Meyer
    “So you see, Hell's not so bad if you get to keep an angel with you.”
    Stephenie Meyer

  • #14
    Stephenie Meyer
    “I coveted you. I had no right to want you--but I reached out and took you anyway. And now look what's become of you! Trying to seduce a vampire.”
    Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse

  • #15
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.”
    Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

  • #16
    Stephenie Meyer
    “You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?”
    Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

  • #17
    Stephenie Meyer
    “I’ve chosen my life — now I want to start living it.”
    Stephenie Meyer, The Twilight Saga

  • #18
    Stephenie Meyer
    “Here's to responsibility, twice a week.',”
    Stephenie Meyer, The Twilight Saga

  • #19
    Daphne Gottlieb
    “you can take this mouth
    this wound you want
    but you can't kiss
    and make it
    better.”
    Daphne Gottlieb, Why Things Burn

  • #20
    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

  • #21
    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;!”
    Rudyard Kipling, If: A Father's Advice to His Son

  • #22
    Carolyn Parkhurst
    “Suicide is just a moment, Lexy told me. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment, it doesn't matter that you've got people who love you and the sun is shining and there's a movie coming out this weekend that you've been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you look out a nineteenth-story window and you think, I could just do it. I could just do it. And most of the time, you look at the height and you get scared, or you think about the poor people on the sidewalk below - what if there are kids coming home from school and they have to spend the rest of their lives trying to forget this terrible thing you're going to make them see? And the moment's over. You think about how sad it would've been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your dog and wonder who would've taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know that the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek, and the puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same.... The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in that treetop moment when she looked down and saw the yard, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air”
    Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel

  • #23
    Mitch Albom
    “She put one hand on mine. “When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.”
    Mitch Albom, For One More Day

  • #24
    John Irving
    “When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”
    John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

  • #25
    Perry    Moore
    “You can't go on like you're going to start really living one day like all this is some preamble to some great life thats magically going to appear. I'm a firm believer that you have to create your own miracles, don't hold out that there's something better waiting on the other side. It doesn't work that way. When you're gone, you're gone. Don't wait.”
    Perry Moore

  • #26
    Katherine Marple
    “Love never comes when you're ready for it... As soon as you're ready for it, it's too late, and it's gone.


    Katherine Marple, Wretched:

  • #27
    Elizabeth Wurtzel
    “Some catastrophic moments invite clarity, explode in split moments: You smash your hand through a windowpane and then there is blood and shattered glass stained with red all over the place; you fall out a window and break some bones and scrape some skin. Stitches and casts and bandages and antiseptic solve and salve the wounds. But depression is not a sudden disaster. It is more like a cancer: At first its tumorous mass is not even noticeable to the careful eye, and then one day -- wham! -- there is a huge, deadly seven-pound lump lodged in your brain or your stomach or your shoulder blade, and this thing that your own body has produced is actually trying to kill you. Depression is a lot like that: Slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearable. But you won't even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getting older, about turning eight or turning twelve or turning fifteen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.

    In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead. The actual dying part, the withering away of my physical body, was a mere formality. My spirit, my emotional being, whatever you want to call all that inner turmoil that has nothing to do with physical existence, were long gone, dead and gone, and only a mass of the most fucking god-awful excruciating pain like a pair of boiling hot tongs clamped tight around my spine and pressing on all my nerves was left in its wake.

    That's the thing I want to make clear about depression: It's got nothing at all to do with life. In the course of life, there is sadness and pain and sorrow, all of which, in their right time and season, are normal -- unpleasant, but normal. Depression is an altogether different zone because it involves a complete absence: absence of affect, absence of feeling, absence of response, absence of interest. The pain you feel in the course of a major clinical depression is an attempt on nature's part (nature, after all, abhors a vacuum) to fill up the empty space. But for all intents and purposes, the deeply depressed are just the walking, waking dead.

    And the scariest part is that if you ask anyone in the throes of depression how he got there, to pin down the turning point, he'll never know. There is a classic moment in The Sun Also Rises when someone asks Mike Campbell how he went bankrupt, and all he can say in response is, 'Gradually and then suddenly.' When someone asks how I love my mind, that is all I can say too”
    Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

  • #28
    Deborah Garrison
    “For you she learned to wear a short black slip
    and red lipstick,
    how to order a glass of red wine
    and finish it. She learned to reach out
    as if to touch your arm and then not
    touch it, changing the subject.
    Didn't you think, she'd begin, or
    Weren't you sorry. . . .

    To call your best friends
    by their schoolboy names
    and give them kisses good-bye,
    to look away when they say
    Your wife! So your confidence grows.
    She doesn't ask what you want
    because she knows.

    Isn't that what you think?

    When actually she was only waiting
    to be told Take off your dress---
    to be stunned, and then do this,
    never rehearsed, but perfectly obvious:
    in one motion up, over, and gone,
    the X of her arms crossing and uncrossing,
    her face flashing away from you in the fabric
    so that you couldn't say if she was
    appearing or disappearing.”
    Deborah Garrison, A Working Girl Can't Win

  • #29
    Deborah Garrison
    “Used to be he
    was my heart's desire.
    His forthright gaze,
    his expert hands:

    I'd lie on the couch with my eyes
    closed just thinking about it.
    Never about the fact
    that everything changes,

    that even this,
    my best passion,
    would not be immune.
    No, I would bask on in an

    eternal daydream of the hands
    finding me, the gaze like a winding
    stair coaxing me down. . . .
    Until I caught a glimpse

    of something in the mirror:
    silly girl in her lingerie,
    dancing with the furniture--
    a hot little bundle, flush with

    cliches. Into that pair
    of too-bright eyes I looked
    and saw myself. And something else:
    he would never look that way.”
    Deborah Garrison, A Working Girl Can't Win

  • #30
    Deborah Garrison
    “It was not like everyone had said.
    Not like being needed,
    or needing; not desperate;
    it did not whisper
    that I'd come to harm. I didn't lose

    my head. No, I was not
    going to leap from a great
    height and flap
    my wings.
    It was in fact

    the opposite of flying:
    it contained the wish
    to be toppled, to be on the floor,
    the ground, anywhere I might
    lie down. . . .

    On my back, and you on me.”
    Deborah Garrison, A Working Girl Can't Win
    tags: poetry



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