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“His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he'd let them overflow and now there wasn't a damn place in the ocean that wouldn't catch fire if he dropped a match.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“And if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal.
Enter into the happiness, and burst.”
― Mahmoud Darwish, يوميات الحزن العادي

“When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“Either a mother and daughter know each other very well or they are strangers.”
― Kyung-Sook Shin, Please Look After Mom

“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“وإذا جاءك الفرح مرة أخرى ،فلا تذّكر خيانته السابقة ..أدخل الفرح وانفجر!”
― محمود درويش, يوميات الحزن العادي

“وقال لي جندي شاعر إنه لم يشعر بأنه غريب في فلسطين وما واحدا في حياته الا حين دخل إحدى القرى العربية في الضفة الغربية بعد الحرب الأخيرة. كان في الزي العسكري. ورأى طفلة في الشارع تنظر إليه نظرة جعلته يشعر بالزلزال. من عيون الطفلة التي لا يستطيع شرح نظراتها أدرك أنه محتل. لم يخفِ الجندي دهشته من رفض عيون الطفلة.
قال: هذه الطفلة,, من أين جاءت بالذاكرة؟ ومن علمها أن لها وطنا,, من علمها؟!”
― محمود درويش, يوميات الحزن العادي

“Weep and ask for help.
Lean on me with your runny nose.
Cry when you feel like crying.
Laugh when you feel like laughing.
When you’re tearing up with an ugly face,
I’ll give you a good cry with an uglier face.
When you’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts,
I’ll laugh in a louder voice.
That’s how it should be.
It’s far better to get dirty while living true to yourself,
than to throw away yourself and die a clean death.”
— Sakata Gintoki”
― Sorachi Hideaki

“Inside me, there is an organ more important than my heart. Although you can't see it, I feel it going right through my head and down to my legs, and I know that it exists inside me. It's the one that lets me stand up and walk forward. So that I can walk forward, without ever trembling. If I stopped here I feel like it would break...My soul would break. Even more than if my heart stops beating, to me that is the most important. Even if I become senile and my back gets bent, I still have to walk forward.”
― Sorachi Hideaki

“When I was little, I was out riding my brand-new blue bicycle when I decided to see how far I could keep going without looking back even once.
I could feel with my back how my neighborhood was receding, further and further away... but I kept pedaling with all my might, my mind almost going blank. All I could hear was the sound of my own heart, thumping wildly in my ears. Even now, I remember it sometimes. What exactly was I trying to do that day? What was it that I wanted to prove?

It's no good. My mind just keeps fogging over. I have this irritating sound stuck in my head. What is it? This sound... Ohh... I know what it is.
This is... the sound of emptiness.”
― Chica Umino, Honey and Clover, Vol. 7

“As time passes, the day will come when everything will fade to memories. But those miraculous days, when you and I, along with everyone else, searched together for just that one thing, will continue revolving forever somewhere deep in my heart, as my bittersweet memory.”
― Chica Umino

“وما معنى أن يكون الفلسطيني شاعراً، وما معنى أن يكون الشاعر فلسطينيا؟ الأول: أن يكون نتاجاً لتاريخ، موجوداً باللغة؟ والثاني: أن يكون ضحية لتاريخ، منتصرا باللغة. لكن الأول والثاني واحد لا ينقسم ولا يلتئم في آن واحد.”
― محمود درويش, في حضرة الغياب

“You choose to give up or make an effort. There are only these two choices for humans to choose from. You have to honestly tell them your feelings. The rest is up to them. To make an effort, or to give up would then be their choice. It was the same for you. It’s the same for everyone.”
― Chica Umino

“I had wanted to call him.
There were so many things I wanted to talk to him about.
And that I wanted to ask him about. But... I kind of hated myself... for feeling that way.
Because... thinking about Nomiya-san... felt like a betrayal of myself, of everything I'd felt for the past six years.
It made my feelings for Mayama seem like a lie.

Other people might think it's pathetic.
That I'm pathetic.
But my feelings for Mayama...
My love for him...
Was the only thing I had.
It was my treasure. My cold, bright treasure.

Dear God. I never wanted to be saved. I wanted to stay miserably in love with Mayama forever.
I wanted to stay in love with him for ten years, twenty years, so he would know just how strong my love was.
...Even though I knew that would be totally meaningless.”
― Chica Umino, Honey and Clover, Vol. 9

“Loneliness comes suddenly like waves and recedes just as fast. That continues on forever. It’s the same for you. It’s the same for everyone.”
― Chica Umino

“When I was little, I didn't understand why ferris wheels existed. They were just sluggish and went up high. I got bored with it after only one ride. The roller coaster and the loop slider... I only paid attention to the thrilling rides. But... I kind of understand now. Ferris wheels are for slowly cutting across the sky with the person you like and maybe saying things like, "Isn't this a little scary?”
― Chica Umino

“To wish for your own happiness is sometimes coupled with another person’s unhappiness. Since I couldn’t pray for my own happiness, I prayed to the moon in the night sky for the happiness of the one whose warm hand I held.”
― Chica Umino

“جاءك الفرح فجأة ، وقد علمتك الأيام أن تحذر الفرح، لأن خيانته قاسية.”
― محمود درويش, يوميات الحزن العادي

“I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“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

“
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
― Sylvia Plath

“I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?"
"Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.
"Gun to the back?" said Jesper.
"Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.
"You're all horrible," said Matthias.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“It would be the simplest thing to say, my homeland is where I was born. But when you returned, you found nothing. What does that mean? It would be the simplest thing to say, my homeland is where I will die. But you could die anywhere, or on the border between two places. What does that mean? After a while the question will become harder. Why did you leave? Why did you leave? For twenty years you have been asking, why did they leave? Leaving is not a negation of the homeland, but it does turn the problem into a question. Do not write a history now. When you do that, you leave the past behind, and what is required is to call the past to account. Do not write a history except that of your wounds. Do not write a history except that of your exile. You are here - here, where you were born. And where longing will lead you to death. So, what is homeland?”
― Mahmoud Darwish, يوميات الحزن العادي

“The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. ”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“The refrigerator in my room is still empty as usual, but I can’t hear that sound any more. I feel that I can keep believing…that even the thing all of us were looking for but never found on that day…someday, surely.. We will find it.”
― Chica Umino

“I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows