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“I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.”
― George Carlin

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

“I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.”
― E. B. White, Letters of E. B. White

“You will manage to keep a woman in love with you, only for as long as you can keep her in love with the person she becomes when she is with you.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“I am pessimistic about the human race because it is too ingenious for its own good. Our approach to nature is to beat it into submission. We would stand a better chance of survival if we accommodated ourselves to this planet and viewed it appreciatively, instead of skeptically and dictatorially.”
― E.B. White

“If we surrendered
to earth's intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
― C.G. Jung

“With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.”
― Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants

“Good-night, my-" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Reader, I married him.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“It does good to no woman to be flattered [by a man] who does not intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatuus-like, into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it. You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base. But I tell you--and you may mark my words--you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current- -as I am now.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“By degrees, he acquired a certain influence over me that took away my liberty of mind: his praise and notice were more restraining than his indifference. I could no longer talk or laugh freely when he was by, because a tiresomely importunate instinct reminded me that vivacity (at least in me) was distateful to him. I was so fully aware that only serious moods and occupations were acceptable, that in his presence every effort to sustain or follow any other became vain: I fell under a freezing spell. When he said 'go', I went; 'come', I came; 'do this', I dit it. But I did not love my servitude [...].”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“You,” I said, “a favourite with Mr. Rochester? You gifted with the power of pleasing him? You of importance to him in any way? Go! your folly sickens me. And you have derived pleasure from occasional tokens of preference—equivocal tokens shown by a gentleman of family and a man of the world to a dependent and a novice. How dared you? Poor stupid dupe!—Could not even self-interest make you wiser? You repeated to yourself this morning the brief scene of last night?—Cover your face and be ashamed! He said something in praise of your eyes, did he? Blind puppy! Open their bleared lids and look on your own accursed senselessness! It does good to no woman to be flattered by her superior, who cannot possibly intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatus-like, into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Their voices came in clearly from the golf course. The laughing and yelping made a raucous counterpoint to the metronomic tock-tock-tock of the bunny's never-ending hop. Once, in the light of the quarter moon, they appeared in silhouette on a domed, distant green, like figures dancing in someone's dream.
And then quite suddenly they were gone, as if the dreamer had awakened. Nothing to see, nothing to hear. Someone called "Hey!" after them, but that was all.”
― Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl

“في عين كل رجل –يموت ظلما- يوجد طفل يولد في نفس لحظة الموت”
― غسان كنفاني, أرض البرتقال الحزين

“كان مخلوقاً ضئيلاً له ملامح رجل . . كان وجهه حاد الملامم حتى ليخيل للمرء , لو يراه , بأنه منحوت من حجارة صلدة بازميل خشن ، كان فمه مطبقاً باحكام فهو لا يتكلم ، وكانت جفونه ملتصقة ببعضها فهو لا يرى ، وكان ضئيلاً مثل عقدة الاصبع , اسود اللون قاتماً كالليل ، الا ان قلبه كان شديد البياض , كان الشيء الابيض الوحيد في الجسد الضئيل وكان بوسع المحدق الى الصدر الاسود ان يراه ينتفض , كمنقار عصفور قزم , داخل تلك الضلوع المتشابكة السوداء . . كانت بنيته الصفيرة متينة ومتناسقة وبديعة ، كفاه فيهما عشرة اصابع كل اصبع له ثلاث عقد , تماماً مثل الانسان , وكانت عضلات صدره تنغرس فوق ضلوعه كالصدف الاسود، وكانت له احلامه وآماله واوجاعه ومطامحه وذكرياته تماماً مثل سائر البشر. . كل الفرق هو انه كان صغيراً جداً، وكانت عيناه مغلقتين وشفتاه
ملتصقين . . ولكه كان يتنفس ، وكانت اكوام التراب المتراكمة فوقه وحوله غير قادرة على قتله . .”
― غسان كنفاني, أرض البرتقال الحزين

“Each day means a new twenty-four hours. Each day means everything's possible again. You live in the moment, you die in the moment, you take it all one day at a time.”
― Marie Lu, Legend

“I don't know if anyone's ever told you this", he begins. He doesn't blush, and his eyes don't dart away. Instead I find myself staring into a pair of oceans - one perfect, the other blemished by that tiny ripple. "You're very attractive."

I've been complimented on my appearance before. But never in his tone of voice. Of all the things he's said, I don't know why this catches me off guard. But it startles me so much that without thinking I blurt out, "I could say the same about you." I pause. "In case you didn't know."

A slow grin spreads across his face. "Oh, trust me. I know.”
― Marie Lu, Legend

“The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his
words.”
― Marie Lu, Legend

“June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.”
― Marie Lu, Legend

“Even in the Future the Story Begins with Once Upon a Time.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

“I don't know. I don't actually remember anything from before the surgery."

His eyebrows rose, his blue eyes sucking in all the light of the room. "The cybernetic opetation?"

"No, the sex change."

The doctor's smile faltered.

"I'm joking.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

“I'm sure I'll feel much more grateful when I find a guy who thinks complex wiring in a girl is a turn-on.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

“Prince Kai! Check my fan, I think I'm overheating.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

“I know this is stupid, but part of me felt like if I could come see you today, if I could convince you to go with me tonight, then maybe I could still change things. It's dumb, I know. It's not like Levana cares if I, you know, might have actual feelings for someone.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

“You could move to Europe."
"You know, I've actually been considering that lately."
Kai laughed again, the warmth returning to the sound. "If that's not a vote of confidence, I don't know what is.”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

“Clearing his throat, Kai murmured, "You have no idea how to dance, do you?"
Cinder fixed her gaze on him, mind still reeling. "I'm a mechanic."
His eyebrows raised mockingly. "Believe me, I noticed. Are those grease stains on the gloves I gave you?”
― Marissa Meyer, Cinder

“No one's family is normal. Normalcy is a lie invented by advertising agencies to make the rest of us feel inferior.”
― Claire LaZebnik, Epic Fail

“It's not the changes that will break your heart; it's that tug of familiarity.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight