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  • #1
    Greg Behrendt
    “We go out with someone, we get excited about them, and then they do something that mildly disappoints us. Then they keep doing a lot more things that disappoint us. Then we go into hyper-excuse mode for weeks or possibly months, because the last thing we want to think is that this great man that we are so excited about is in the process of turning into a creep. We try to come up with some explanation for why they’re behaving that way, any explanation, no matter how ridiculous, than the one explanation that’s the truth: He’s just not that into me.”
    Greg Behrendt, He's Just Not That Into You: The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys

  • #3
    Tod Wodicka
    “The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. Clouds unspool. The sky drains of birds.”
    Tod Wodicka, All Shall Be Well; And All Shall Be Well; And All Manner of Things Shall Be Well

  • #4
    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

  • #5
    Raymond Carver
    “I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.”
    Raymond Carver, Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories

  • #6
    Robert Fanney
    “A song she heard
    Of cold that gathers
    Like winter's tongue
    Among the shadows
    It rose like blackness
    In the sky
    That on volcano's
    Vomit rise
    A Stone of ruin
    From burn to chill
    Like black moonrise
    Her voice fell still...”
    Robert Fanney

  • #7
    Victoria Schwab
    “He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate's face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other's skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.”
    Victoria Schwab, Vicious

  • #8
    Chirag Tulsiani
    “Life is similar to a bus ride.
    The journey begins when we board the bus.
    We meet people along our way of which some are strangers, some friends and some strangers yet to be friends.
    There are stops at intervals and people board in.
    At times some of these people make their presence felt, leave an impact through their grace and beauty on us fellow passengers while on other occasions they remain indifferent.
    But then it is important for some people to make an exit, to get down and walk the paths they were destined to because if people always made an entrance and never left either for the better or worse, then we would feel suffocated and confused like those people in the bus, the purpose of the journey would lose its essence and the journey altogether would neither be worthwhile nor smooth.”
    Chirag Tulsiani

  • #9
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #10
    “She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.”
    robert m drake

  • #11
    J. Bradley
    “I wanted to write “stay”
    on your sides, surround
    your bed with oceans
    of salt. I hope he folds you
    into a fox, loves you
    like a splintered arrow,
    brandishes the kill
    of your lips. May the bouquet
    of your hips wither.
    May the wolves
    forget your name.”
    J. Bradley

  • #12
    Dorothy Koomson
    “Old pain doesn't completely die. Time may soothe it, stoke over it until it looks like it has healed, but it never dies properly. It stays with you, it lives in the cracks of your soul, waiting for moments when you feel true pain”
    Dorothy Koomson, Goodnight, Beautiful

  • #13
    Arthur Conan Doyle
    “How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!”
    Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I

  • #14
    Virginia Woolf
    “So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #15
    Henry Miller
    “I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.”
    Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

  • #16
    Virginia Woolf
    “How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #17
    Virginia Woolf
    “Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #18
    Virginia Woolf
    “I want someone to sit beside after the day's pursuit and all its anguish, after its listening, and its waitings, and its suspicions. After quarrelling and reconciliation I need privacy - to be alone with you, to set this hubbub in order. For I am as neat as a cat in my habits.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #19
    Virginia Woolf
    “I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #20
    Virginia Woolf
    “But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #21
    Virginia Woolf
    “The moment was all; the moment was enough.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #22
    Virginia Woolf
    “We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #23
    C.S. Lewis
    “We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

  • #24
    Rebecca Stead
    “Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering. But I tried to forget anyway, and to ignore the fact that I was remembering you all the time.”
    Rebecca Stead

  • #25
    Rebecca Stead
    “Well, it's simple to love someone," she said. "But it's hard to know when you need to say it out loud.”
    Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me
    tags: love

  • #26
    Madeline C.C. Harper
    “And she's...lost.”
    Madeline C.C. Harper, The Return of Light

  • #27
    Ahmed Mostafa
    “I seem to be torn between 'I wish we'd met earlier' and 'I wish we'd never met'.”
    Ahmed Mostafa

  • #28
    Katherine Reay
    “Have you ever confused your senses? Something taste like another thing smells?”
    Katherine Reay, Dear Mr. Knightley

  • #29
    Virginia Alison
    “For my soul lies dormant, restless, waiting for that moment when shackles are cast aside and it is free to fly once more.”
    Virginia Alison

  • #30
    Kim Stanley Robinson
    “It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped.”
    Kim Stanley Robinson, Icehenge

  • #31
    Karen Marie Moning
    “Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.”
    Karen Marie Moning



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