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  • #1
    Ellen Hopkins
    “I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.”
    Ellen Hopkins, Crank

  • #2
    Jay Asher
    “You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.”
    Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

  • #3
    Virginia Woolf
    “When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #5
    Alix E. Harrow
    “It’s a profoundly strange feeling, to stumble across someone whose desires are shaped so closely to your own, like reaching toward your reflection in a mirror and finding warm flesh under your fingertips. If you should ever be lucky enough to find that magical, fearful symmetry, I hope you’re brave enough to grab it with both hands and not let go.”
    Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

  • #6
    Max Porter
    “Which do you think is more patient, an idea or a hope?”
    Max Porter, Lanny

  • #7
    Yehuda HaLevi
    “Tis a Fearful Thing

    ‘Tis a fearful thing
    to love what death can touch.

    A fearful thing
    to love, to hope, to dream, to be –

    to be,
    And oh, to lose.

    A thing for fools, this,

    And a holy thing,

    a holy thing
    to love.

    For your life has lived in me,
    your laugh once lifted me,
    your word was gift to me.

    To remember this brings painful joy.

    ‘Tis a human thing, love,
    a holy thing, to love
    what death has touched.”
    Judah Halevi

  • #8
    Orhan Pamuk
    “I don't want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning.”
    Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

  • #9
    Mark Manson
    “To be happy we need something to solve. Happiness is therefore a form of action;”
    Mark Manson, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life

  • #10
    Donna Tartt
    “Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #11
    Nancy Cunard
    “All were there,
    This life's alarmers, sowing their future harvests,
    Rife weeds of conflict---
    all but one
    That I name never, Jealousy.”
    Nancy Cunard

  • #12
    Nancy Cunard
    “Daring to look behind and look again
    A-head for all the slowly coming days,
    See nothing but the Carnivals of Peace,
    Forget the dreams of death and other ways
    Men have imagined for their own decrease...
    I'd write a song to conquer all our tears
    Lasting for ever through the folding years.”
    Nancy Cunard

  • #13
    Hermann Hesse
    “I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?”
    Hermann Hesse, Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend
    tags: self

  • #14
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #15
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #16
    Ocean Vuong
    “Some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea / what this means is that I don't know / desire other than the need / to be shattered & rebuilt”
    Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

  • #17
    Ocean Vuong
    “To love another man is to leave no one behind to forgive me.”
    Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

  • #18
    Ocean Vuong
    “How / does anyone / stop / regret / without cutting / off his hands?”
    Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #20
    “The Pond"

    August of another summer, and once again
    I am drinking the sun
    and the lilies again are spread across the water.
    I know now what they want is to touch each other.
    I have not been here for many years
    during which time I kept living my life.
    Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he
    could sing,
    I wish I could sing.
    A little thanks from every throat would be appropriate.
    This is how it has been, and this is how it is:
    All my life I have been able to feel happiness,
    except whatever was not happiness,
    which I also remember.
    Each of us wears a shadow.
    But just now it is summer again
    and I am watching the lilies bow to each other,
    then slide on the wind and the tug of desire,
    close, close to one another,
    Soon now, I'll turn and start for home.
    And who knows, maybe I'll be singing.”
    Mary Oliver, Felicity

  • #21
    Franny Choi
    “I drink and drink their looking, til I'm soaked.
    I drink and drown in want. I drink, and choke.”
    Franny Choi, Soft Science

  • #22
    “The Journey

    One day you finally knew
    what you had to do, and began,
    though the voices around you
    kept shouting
    their bad advice --
    though the whole house
    began to tremble
    and you felt the old tug
    at your ankles.
    "Mend my life!"
    each voice cried.
    But you didn't stop.
    You knew what you had to do,
    though the wind pried
    with its stiff fingers
    at the very foundations,
    though their melancholy
    was terrible.
    It was already late
    enough, and a wild night,
    and the road full of fallen
    branches and stones.
    But little by little,
    as you left their voices behind,
    the stars began to burn
    through the sheets of clouds,
    and there was a new voice
    which you slowly
    recognized as your own,
    that kept you company
    as you strode deeper and deeper
    into the world,
    determined to do
    the only thing you could do --
    determined to save
    the only life you could save.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #23
    Walt Whitman
    “Do I contradict myself?
    Very well then I contradict myself,
    (I am large, I contain multitudes.)”
    Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

  • #24
    Walt Whitman
    “We were together. I forget the rest.”
    Walt Whitman

  • #25
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.”
    Martin Luther King Jr.

  • #26
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight

  • #27
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important...People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn't forget it. You become responsible forever for what you've tamed. You're responsible for your rose.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #28
    Orhan Pamuk
    “Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow. ”
    Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

  • #29
    Orhan Pamuk
    “The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony.”
    Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

  • #31
    Franny Choi
    “My hunger, too, has both hard and soft parts.”
    Franny Choi, Soft Science



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