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“Envy is for people who don’t have the self-esteem to be jealous.”
― Bauvard, Some Inspiration for the Overenthusiastic

“A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.”
― Oscar Wilde

“I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.”
― William S. Burroughs

“Black is modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy - but mysterious. But above all black says this: "I don’t bother you - don’t bother me".”
― Yohji Yamamoto

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
― H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”
― Oscar Wilde

“The present moment can be chopped into infinitely smaller present moments. This moment is forever. And it is all that matters.”
― Wendy Wunder, The Probability of Miracles

“From the day after we lose someone, how we lost them doesn't matter. All that matters now is that they're gone, and there's absolutely no more interacting with that person. There's just the memories. And those memories will come pelting at you at random for a while, before you realize it can be beautiful to let them run through you.”
― Chad Pelley, Every Little Thing

“Books allow you to be whoever you want to be, to escape yourself for a while.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I keep thinking that maybe you and I could take a road trip and tell all the girls we meet along the way that we’re both vets. You’ve got a messed up face and my war wounds have put me in this chair. You think they’d believe it? Maybe then I could get some action. Problem is, how am I going to get a handful of tit if I can’t lift my arms?”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Sometimes beauty, or lack thereof, gets in the way of really knowing someone”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.”
― Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty

“It’s a known fact that in life, you can’t have everything.”
― Jenny Han, We'll Always Have Summer

“Everybody is a main character to someone...”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I wrote your name across my heart

So I would not forget.

The way I felt when you were born

Before we'd even met

 

I wrote your name across my heart

So your heart beats with mine

And when I miss you most I trace

Each loop and every line

 

I wrote your name across my heart,

So we could be together

So I could hold you close to me

And keep you there forever.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“You loved ferris wheels more than roller coasters because life shouldn’t be lived at full speed, but in anticipation and appreciation.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“It's hard to come to terms with the fact that you aren't going to be loved the way you want to be loved.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Death is easy. Living is the hard part.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Everybody who is somebody becomes nobody the moment they fail.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“I think that's the worst part. The thought that no one will remember me when I'm gone. Sure, my parents will. Fern will. But how does someone like me live on? When it's all said and done, did I matter?" - Bailey”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Old feelings had a way of resurfacing just when you thought they were gone forever”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Main characters never die in books. If they did, the story would be ruined, or over.”
“Everybody is a main character to someone. There are no minor characters.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“Caring about someone doesn't mean taking care of them.”
― Amy Harmon, Making Faces

“When my grandpa died, I had this same fear. I love Grandpa so much. He was Mom's dad, and he was my favorite person in the whole world. He lived up north, between Grayling and the Mackinaw Bridge. He had, like, twenty acres. He had horses and dirt bike and all this awesome stuff. I'd go up there for weeks at a time during the summers, and he'd let me do whatever I wanted. We'd go hunting and fishing and four-wheeling, and I'd stay up till midnight every night. Then one day, he died. All of a sudden, just like that that. I cried for days. Dad kicked the shit out of me for crying, but I didn't care. I loved Grandpa, and he was gone. Then, like a month after he'd died, I had this panic attack. I couldn't remember what he looked like. I thought it meant I didn't love him, or that I'd forgotten about him. It was the only time Dad was anything like helpful. He told me you have to forget what they look like. Otherwise, you can't learn to live without them. Forgetting is your brain's way of telling you it's time to try and move on. Not forget who they were, just...keep living.”
― Jasinda Wilder, Falling into Us

“Forever”

by Logan Keeley

October 18, 20xx




Lying beside me in the failure of flesh,

You wait for the words that will let your mind rest,

But I’ve already left you—I’m inside this song,

I’m chasing the rhythms that split right from wrong,

Forming chords on your shoulder, tracing notes on your hips,

I can’t hear your thoughts as they fall from your lips, and


Every day I give away

A piece of me all torn and frayed—

What I can’t keep, I sell for cheap,

Til nothing’s left for you and me—



Chorus:

How can so much love feel like nothing at all?

How can so much nothing leave me dying to crawl

To the foot of your bed,

I should be with you—instead,

I walk away, stumbling, waiting, always waiting to fall.


When you look in my eyes, can you see I’m not there,

Just skin over bones and this flesh that I bear,

And there’s no room for you, and you know I can never

Get out of myself, get over myself,

For even one moment, much less for forever.



They all take their shares and they all think they see

This stranger inside who pretends to be me.

They’re a roomful of mirrors in this funhouse of fame,

I shrink and I grow, I am wild, I am tame,

But when I stand before you, I can pause, I can heal,

Because you make me matter—you make me real.


Every day they took away

A piece of me all torn and frayed—

What I couldn’t keep, I sold for cheap,

So now what’s left for you and me?



How can so much love feel like nothing at all?

How can so much nothing leave me dying to crawl

To the foot of your bed,

I should be with you—instead,

I walk away, stumbling, waiting, always waiting to fall.


So I close my eyes, fill my hands with your hair,

It’s your skin and your bones and your flesh that I bear,

If I could be part of you, if we could come together

I could find myself, I could lose myself,

Just for one moment, or maybe forever.



They always say that nothing lasts forever

Well, can this nothing last forever

Now?



When you look in my eyes, and this time I’m there,

More than skin over bones and this flesh that we bare,

When I’m getting worse, when you make me better,

We’ll find ourselves, we’ll lose ourselves,

We’ll take this one moment…and make it forever.”
― Jeri Smith-Ready, Shade

“Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time. ”
― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

“But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised.
You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.”
― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

“We'd start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for awhile. Maybe even forever.
That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.”
― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

“Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.”
― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever