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  • #1
    Harper Lee
    “People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.”
    Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

  • #2
    John Milton
    “Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most?
    That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost?
    That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain?
    That the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain?”
    John Milton

  • #3
    Lev Grossman
    “Most people carry that pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills them. But you, my friends, you found another way: a way to use the pain. To burn it as fuel, for light and warmth. You have learned to break the world that has tried to break you.”
    Lev Grossman

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Critic As Artist: With Some Remarks on the Importance of Doing Nothing and Discussing Everything

  • #5
    Ming-Dao Deng
    “Those who don't know how to suffer are the worst off. There are times when the only correct thing we can do is to bear out troubles until a better day.”
    Deng Ming-Dao, Everyday Tao: Living with Balance and Harmony

  • #6
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin

  • #7
    Anaïs Nin
    “Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality....I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.”
    Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

  • #8
    Sarah Kane
    “don't say no to me you can't say no to me because it's such a relief to have love again and to lie in bed and be held and touched and kissed and adored and your heart will leap when you hear my voice and see my smile and feel my breath on your neck and your heart will race when I want to see you and I will lie to you from day one and use you and screw you and break your heart because you broke mine first and you will love me more each day until the weight is unbearable and your life is mine and you'll die alone because I will take what I want then walk away and owe you nothing it's always there it's always been there and you cannot deny the life you feel fuck that life fuck that life fuck that life I have lost you now.”
    Sarah Kane, Crave

  • #9
    Auguste de Villiers de l'Isle-Adam
    “There are some wounds that one can heal only by deepening them and making them worse.”
    Auguste de Villiers de L'Isle-Adam

  • #10
    Janet Fitch
    “One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #11
    John Milton
    “How can I live without thee, how forego
    Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined,
    To live again in these wild woods forlorn?
    Should God create another Eve, and I
    Another rib afford, yet loss of thee
    Would never from my heart; no, no, I feel
    The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh,
    Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state
    Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

    However, I with thee have fixed my lot,
    Certain to undergo like doom; if death
    Consort with thee, death is to me as life;
    So forcible within my heart I feel
    The bond of nature draw me to my own,
    My own in thee, for what thou art is mine;
    Our state cannot be severed, we are one,
    One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #12
    John Milton
    “What though the field be lost?
    All is not Lost; the unconquerable will,
    And study of revenge, immortal hate,
    And the courage never to submit or yeild.”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #13
    Janet Fitch
    “When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #14
    Jeanette Winterson
    “The Buddhists say there are 149 ways to God. I'm not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated. God has had a great deal written about Him; nothing has been written about me. God is bigger, like my mother, easier to find, even in the dark. I could be anywhere, and since I can't describe myself I can't ask for help.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry
    tags: god, life

  • #15
    Janet Fitch
    “The damned could be saved...anytime. But they refused to give up their sins. Though they suffered endlessly, they would not give them up, even for salvation, perfect divine love.
    I hadn't understood at the time. If sinners were unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #16
    Janet Fitch
    “Who can know God's intentions? Who can know Hid Mind?" She looked at the coffin, lying there like a giant question mark. Like the monolith in 2001. One big fucking question, But at the end of the day, who need a God who'd let Michael get so lost that he'd do something like this? What was the point of a Devil if there was a God like that? Maybe there was just the Devil, the real God of this lousy world. Or maybe there was just nothing at all. And everybody was sitting around praying to a great big nothing, like people praying to airplanes, thinking they were gods. The world one big cargo cult.”
    Janet Fitch, Paint it Black

  • #17
    Janet Fitch
    “If this was a sandalwood pyre she would have thrown herself in and this paper she'd become would have caught fire and she and him could sail away like two birds.”
    Janet Fitch, Paint it Black

  • #18
    Janet Fitch
    “Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #19
    Janet Fitch
    “Why does each man kill the thing he loves?...you killed it by accident. Thinking you were doing something else. It was a cherished vase that broke while you were cleaning it. The phone rang and you dropped it. Shattering, when all you wanted was to keep it safe.”
    Janet Fitch, Paint it Black

  • #20
    Janet Fitch
    “That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific--chair, eye, stone--but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #21
    Janet Fitch
    “But then I realized, they weren't calling out for their own mothers. Not those weak women, those victims. Drug addicts, shopaholics, cookie bakers. They didn't mean the women who let them down, who failed to help them into womanhood, women who let their boyfriends run a train on them. Bingers, purgers, women smiling into mirrors, women in girdles, women on barstools. Not those women with their complaints and their magazines, controlling women, women who asked, what's in in for me? Not the women watching TV while they made dinner, women who dyed their hair blond behind closed doors trying to look twenty-three. They didn't mean the mothers washing dishes wishing they'd never married, the ones in the ER, saying they fell down the stairs, not the ones in prison saying lonliness is the human condition, get used to it.

    The wanted the real mother, the blood mother, the great womb, mother of fierce compassion, a woman large enough to hold all the pain, to carry it away. What we needed was someone who bled, someone deep and rich as a field, a wide-hipped mother, awesome, immense, women like huge soft couches, mothers coursing with blood, mothers big enough, wide enough for us to hid in, to sink down to the bottom of, mothers who would breathe for us when we could not breathe anymore, who would fight for us, who would kill for us, die for us.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #22
    Janet Fitch
    “How could anyone confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its teeth were bad, its hair grey and unkempt. While beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #23
    Janet Fitch
    “She was my life raft, my turtle.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #24
    Janet Fitch
    “Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.”
    Janet Fitch

  • #25
    Janet Fitch
    “What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.”
    Janet Fitch

  • #26
    Janet Fitch
    “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #27
    Janet Fitch
    “without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #28
    Janet Fitch
    “It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #29
    Janet Fitch
    “A womans mistakes are different from a girls”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander

  • #30
    Janet Fitch
    “The expression in her eyes was bitter as nightshade. 'You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself? I've given more thought to this question than you can begin to imagine.”
    Janet Fitch, White Oleander



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