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  • #1
    “Hope is a pocket of possibility.
    I'm holding it in my hand.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #2
    “I always wonder about raindrops.

    I wonder about how they're always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It's like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn't seem to care where the contents fall, doesn't seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors.

    I am a raindrop.

    My parents emptied their pockets of me and left me to evaporate on a concrete slab.
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #3
    “Hope is hugging me, holding me in its arms, wiping away my tears and telling me that today and tomorrow and two days from now I will be just fine and I'm so delirious I actually dare to believe it.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #4
    “I've been screaming for years and no one has ever heard me.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #5
    “Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #6
    “The moon is a loyal companion.
    It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
    Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #7
    “On the darkest days you have to search for a spot of brightness, on the coldest days you have to seek out a spot of warmth; on the bleakest days you have to keep your eyes onward and upward and on the saddest days you have to leave them open to let them cry. To then let them dry. To give them a chance to wash out the pain in order to see fresh and clear once again.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

  • #8
    Jaachynma N.E. Agu
    “Don't set your goals by what other people deem important.”
    Jaachynma N.E. Agu, The Prince and the Pauper

  • #9
    Libba Bray
    “Do you ever feel that way?"
    "Lonely?"
    I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."
    He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It's sentimental and true, and I've revealed a part of myself I shouldn't have.
    "Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last.
    "What?"
    "Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another.”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #10
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
    and rightdoing there is a field.
    I'll meet you there.

    When the soul lies down in that grass
    the world is too full to talk about.”
    Rumi

  • #11
    Leo Tolstoy
    “I think... if it is true that
    there are as many minds as there
    are heads, then there are as many
    kinds of love as there are hearts.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #12
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #13
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”
    Rumi

  • #14
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “I feel too much. That's what's going on.' 'Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?' 'My insides don't match up with my outsides.' 'Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?' 'I don't know. I'm only me.' 'Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.' 'But it's worse for me.' 'I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him.' 'Probably. But it really is worse for me.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #15
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #16
    George Carlin
    “The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”
    George Carlin

  • #17
    Dorothy Parker
    “By the time you swear you're his,
    Shivering and sighing.
    And he vows his passion is,
    Infinite, undying.
    Lady make note of this --
    One of you is lying.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “the tired sunsets and the tired
    people -
    it takes a lifetime to die and
    no time at
    all.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #19
    Morgan Matson
    “As I looked out at the water, I realized there was nowhere to go, nowhere left to run. And I just had to stay here, facing this terrible truth. I felt, as more tears fell, just how tired I was, a tiredness that had nothing to do with the hour. I was tired of running away from this, tired of not telling people, tired of not talking about it, tired of pretending things were okay when they had never, ever been less than okay.”
    Morgan Matson, Second Chance Summer

  • #20
    Elizabeth Scott
    “I want to care, but I don’t.
    I look at you and all I feel is tired.”
    Elizabeth Scott, Miracle

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #22
    Rohvannyn Shaw
    “One challenge at a time, I try to turn into the face of fear and tell it “you are not my master, you are the product of my self and I am your master.” I look into the monster’s eyes until it disappears. Then I am free.”
    Rohvannyn Shaw

  • #23
    “Promise Yourself

    To be so strong that nothing
    can disturb your peace of mind.
    To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
    to every person you meet.

    To make all your friends feel
    that there is something in them
    To look at the sunny side of everything
    and make your optimism come true.

    To think only the best, to work only for the best,
    and to expect only the best.
    To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
    as you are about your own.

    To forget the mistakes of the past
    and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
    To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
    and give every living creature you meet a smile.

    To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
    that you have no time to criticize others.
    To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
    and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

    To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
    not in loud words but great deeds.
    To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
    so long as you are true to the best that is in you.”
    Christian D. Larson, Your Forces and How to Use Them

  • #24
    Paulo Coelho
    “If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.”
    Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

  • #25
    Shauna Niequist
    “I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away. In high school, I was biding my time until I could become the college version of myself, the one my mind could see so clearly. In college, the post-college “adult” person was always looming in front of me, smarter, stronger, more organized. Then the married person, then the person I’d become when we have kids. For twenty years, literally, I have waited to become the thin version of myself, because that’s when life will really begin.
    And through all that waiting, here I am. My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start. I am waiting for that time, that person, that event when my life will finally begin.
    I love movies about “The Big Moment” – the game or the performance or the wedding day or the record deal, the stories that split time with that key event, and everything is reframed, before it and after it, because it has changed everything. I have always wanted this movie-worthy event, something that will change everything and grab me out of this waiting game into the whirlwind in front of me. I cry and cry at these movies, because I am still waiting for my own big moment. I had visions of life as an adventure, a thing to be celebrated and experienced, but all I was doing was going to work and coming home, and that wasn’t what it looked like in the movies.
    John Lennon once said, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” For me, life is what was happening while I was busy waiting for my big moment. I was ready for it and believed that the rest of my life would fade into the background, and that my big moment would carry me through life like a lifeboat.
    The Big Moment, unfortunately, is an urban myth. Some people have them, in a sense, when they win the Heisman or become the next American Idol. But even that football player or that singer is living a life made up of more than that one moment. Life is a collection of a million, billion moments, tiny little moments and choices, like a handful of luminous, glowing pearl. It takes so much time, and so much work, and those beads and moments are so small, and so much less fabulous and dramatic than the movies.
    But this is what I’m finding, in glimpses and flashes: this is it. This is it, in the best possible way. That thing I’m waiting for, that adventure, that move-score-worthy experience unfolding gracefully. This is it. Normal, daily life ticking by on our streets and sidewalks, in our houses and apartments, in our beds and at our dinner tables, in our dreams and prayers and fights and secrets – this pedestrian life is the most precious thing any of use will ever experience.”
    Shauna Niequist, Cold Tangerines: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life

  • #26
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #27
    Robert Frost
    “The Road Not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.”
    Robert Frost

  • #28
    I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
    “I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
    Sarah Williams

  • #29
    Leonardo da Vinci
    “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
    Leonardo da Vinci

  • #30
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Every moment of the night
    Forever changing places
    And they put out the star-light
    With the breath from their pale faces”
    Edgar Allen Poe



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