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  • #1
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

  • #2
    “I can tell you I love you as many times as you can stand to hear it, but all it does is remind us that love is not enough. Not even close.”
    Mark Andrus

  • #3
    Marcel Proust
    “It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.”
    Marcel Proust

  • #4
    E.B. White
    “If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”
    E.B. White

  • #5
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

  • #6
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

  • #7
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “Just for the record, the weather today is bitter with occasional fits of jealous rage.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

  • #8
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted

  • #9
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

  • #10
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

  • #11
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “Make me into anything, but just love me.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
    tags: love

  • #12
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.”
    Chuck Palahniuk

  • #13
    Douglas Adams
    “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
    Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

  • #14
    Gilda Radner
    “I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
    Delicious Ambiguity.”
    Gilda Radner

  • #15
    Arundhati Roy
    “To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”
    Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

  • #16
    Alan             Moore
    “My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; it’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you're lucky.”
    Alan Moore

  • #17
    “The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

    We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

    We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

    We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

    These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.

    These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

    Remember, to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

    Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

    Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

    Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person might not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.”
    Bob Moorehead, Words Aptly Spoken

  • #18
    Walt Whitman
    “This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
    Walt Whitman

  • #19
    Oriah Mountain Dreamer
    “It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
    It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
    It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
    I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
    It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
    I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
    I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
    It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
    It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
    It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
    I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”
    Oriah Mountain Dreamer

  • #20
    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

  • #21
    Haruki Murakami
    “I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #22
    Yann Martel
    “Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love.

    I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.”
    Yann Martel, Life of Pi

  • #23
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you'll never have.”
    Søren Kierkegaard

  • #24
    Dean Koontz
    “Because God is never cruel, there is a reason for all things. We must know the pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion for others, and we would become monsters of self-regard, creatures of unalloyed self-interest. The terrible pain of loss teaches humility to our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a better person of a good one.”
    Dean Koontz, The Darkest Evening of the Year

  • #25
    Cathleen Schine
    “Dear Goat,

    How does one fall in love? Do you trip? Do you stumble, lose your balance and drop to the sidewalk, graze your knee, graze your heart? Do you crash to the stony ground? Is there a precipice, from which you float, over the edge, forever?

    I know I'm in love when I see you, I know when I long to see you. Not a muscle has moved. Leaves hang unruffled by any breeze. The air is still. I have fallen in love without taking step. When did this happen? I haven't even blinked.

    I'm on fire. Is that too banal for you? It's not, you know. You'll see. It's what happens. It's what matters. I'm on fire.

    I no longer eat, I forget to eat. Food looks silly to me, irrelevant. If I even notice it. But I notice nothing. My thoughts are full and raging, a house full of brothers, related by blood, feuding blood feuds:

    "I'm in love."
    "Typically stupid choice."
    "I am, though, I'm racked by love as if love were pain."
    "Go ahead. Fuck up your life. It's all wrong and you know it. Wake up. Face it."
    "There's only one face, it's all I see, awake or asleep."


    I threw the book out the window last night. I tried to forget. You are all wrong for me, I know it, but I no longer care for my thoughts unless they're thoughts of you. When I'm close to you, in your presence, I feel your hair brush my cheek when it does not. I look away from you, sometimes. Then I look back.

    When I tie my shoes, when I peel an orange, when I drive my car, when I lie down each night without you, I remain,

    As ever,
    Ram”
    Cathleen Schine, The Love Letter
    tags: love

  • #26
    Bo Sánchez
    “Whenever you feel a negative emotion be alone in a room and just sit down with it and feel. Don't judge it, criticize it, intellectualize it, explain it away. Allow yourself to feel the pain. It's okay. Accompany it - breathe into it - and after a while, you'll feel the anger or fear or sadness lose it's urgency and power. Allow God to tenderly embrace you in your pain. And then, at the right time, you can let go.”
    Bo Sanchez, You Have The Power to Create Love: Take Another Step on the Simple Path to Happiness

  • #27
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you're not anymore. It was the feeling of having risked everything to be here with a boy and then realizing that he was exactly what I wanted. Being a picture and then finding I was really a puzzle piece, once I found the piece that was supposed to fit beside me.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

  • #28
    Sylvia Plath
    “Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #29
    Nick Hornby
    “I don't know you. The only thing I know about you is, you're reading this. I don't know if your happy or not; I don't know whether you're young or not. I sort of hope you're young and sad. If you're old and happy, I can imagine that you'll smile to yourself when you hear me going, he broke my heart. You'll remember someone who broke your heart, and you'll think to yourself, Oh yes, i remember how that feels. But you can't, you smug old git. Oh you'll remember feeling sort of plesantly sad. You might remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the embankment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up and into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you woke up you had to go through it all over again?”
    Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down

  • #30
    “It is often in the darkest skies that we see the brightest stars.”
    Richard Evans



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