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  • #1
    Lauren Oliver
    “And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.”
    Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

  • #2
    Victoria Schwab
    “For the ones who dream of stranger worlds.”
    V.E. Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic

  • #3
    Tyler Knott Gregson
    “What if it's the there
    and not the here
    that I long for?
    The wander
    and not the wait,
    the magic
    in the lost feet
    stumbling down
    the faraway street
    and the way the moon
    never hangs
    quite the same.”
    Tyler Knott Gregson, Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series

  • #4
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “من زمانم را این گونه قسمت کرده ام: نیمش را می خوابم، و در نیمه دیگر رؤیا می بینم. حیف است که آدم در خواب رؤیا ببیند.”
    Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life

  • #5
    Kay Redfield Jamison
    “Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me's is me? The wild, impulsive, chaotic, energetic, and crazy one? Or the shy, withdrawn, desperate, suicidal, doomed, and tired one? Probably a bit of both, hopefully much that is neither.”
    Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

  • #6
    “I feel sorry for every Therapist, Psychologist, and Psychiatrist I've ever met. I know I've put thoughts in their mind they will never forget.”
    Stanley Victor Paskavich

  • #7
    Amy Reed
    “Maybe there's a galaxy with a planet that's just a little more tilted, with a sun that shines just a little bit darker, and that's where I'm supposed to be, where it somehow makes sense to feel this broken.”
    Amy Reed, Crazy

  • #8
    “Before I die I'd love to see my name on the Famous Bi Polar list I'm not ashamed of my Illness I believe most of my talent comes from it.”
    Stanley Victor Paskavich

  • #9
    Kay Redfield Jamison
    “If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?”
    Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness



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