Roaa Monier > Roaa's Quotes

“Most misunderstandings in the world could be avoided if people would simply take the time to ask, "What else could this mean?”
― Shannon L. Alder

“What happens when people open their hearts?"
"They get better.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“We all need mantras, I guess - stories we tell ourselves to keep us going.”
― Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

“This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.”
― Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

“Promise me we'll stay together, okay?" His eyes are once again the clear blue of a perfectly transparent pool. They are eyes to swim in, to float in, forever. "You and me."

"I promise," I say.

Behind us the door creaks open, and I turn around, expecting Raven, just as a voice cuts through the air: "Don't believe her."

The whole world closes around me, like an eyelid: For a moment, everything goes dark.

I am falling. My ears are full of rushing; I have been sucked into a tunnel, a place of pleasure and chaos. My head is about to explode.

He looks different. He is much thinner, and a scar runs from his eyebrow all the way down to his jaw. On his neck, just behind his left ear, a small tattooed number curves around the three-pronged scar that fooled me, for so long, into believing he was cured. His eyes-once a sweet, melted brown, like syrup-have hardened. Now they are stony, impenetrable.

Only his hair is the same: that auburn crown, like leaves in autumn.

Impossible. I close my eyes and reopen them: the boy from a dream, from a different lifetime. A boy brought back from the dead.

Alex.”
― Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

“We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.”
― Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

“people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine.”
― Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

“In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.”
― Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

“Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia

“′Classic′ - a book which people praise and don't read.”
― Mark Twain

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“احتقرهم لسطحيتهم وبرود مشاعرهم احتقر كل من سمح بقتل شئ جميل داخله ليستمر فى هذه الدنيا كما يريدها الناس ان تكون ..كلهم يسعون لان يعيشوا فقط.. لا داعى للاحلام لانها لا تؤكل العيش ..فتجدين نفسك بلا اي ميزه الا انك كررت مسيرة حياة كل من سبقوك .. وعندما تحلمين .. تجدين الف من يخبروك بانك بلا فائده ..وكل ما تفعلينه هراء فى هراء .. ودعك من الاوهام وادخل فى الواقع .. كأنهم كلهم فهموا فلسفة الكون وانت الأبله الذى ما زال يحلم كطفل.. احتقر كل من أصبح مثل اى
شخص بلا اى ميزه”
― محمد صادق, طه الغريب

“O don't know when you'll be ready for me. It might be next month or next year. Whenever it is, just know that I have absolutely no doubt that we can make this work. I know we can. If there are two people in this world capable of finding a way to love each other, it's us.”
― Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday

“First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world — a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring — this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth.

Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else — but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.”
― carson mccullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories

“the saddest thing is to be
a minute to someone,
when you've made them your eternity.”
― Sanober Khan

“I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.”
― Francesca Lia Block, Dangerous Angels

“Soul connections are not often found and are worth every bit of fight left in you to keep.”
― Shannon Alder

“I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand.
And when the light has long since gone …. I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I wanted to see the place where Margaret grew to what she is, even at the worst time of all, when I had no hope of ever calling her mine.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

“You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!”
― Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure

“Never fall in love with someone that won't fight for you because when the real battles begin they won't pull your heart to safety, but they will their own.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today….. and that I was wishing you every happiness.
Love Always,
The girl you loved once.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“Among my stillness was a pounding heart.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, Seconds Before Sunrise

“Out of her favour, where I am in love.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, Take Me Tomorrow

“I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“All these years I've had a story in my mind, the story about us that never really existed. And because of that story, I've kept you framed up on the wall in a little box of nostalgic moonlight.”
― Cathleen Schine, The Love Letter

“It’s times like this…. when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See…. This is why I asked you never to kiss me.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“He doesn't even like me.
I let the thought roll around in my head. Anything I feel during that time gets shoved into the vault with the ten-foot-think door slamming as soon as it goes in, just in case something in there has any intention of crawling out.”
― Susan Ee, Angelfall