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“I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.”
― David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“The law don’t like jazz clubs. No one wants anything to do with that kind of trouble.”
― Sara Sheridan, London Calling

“livid, adj.

Fuck You for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.”
― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary

“Une femme qui pleure et te demande de la protéger c’est Grandiose”
― Tahar Ben Jelloun, L'Auberge des pauvres

“If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.”
― Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

“This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.”
― David Levithan, Every Day

“أن تكون موجوداً،
ليس دليلاً قاطعاً بأنك حي.”
― قاسم حداد, الغزالة يوم الأحد

“I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.”
― David Levithan, Every Day

“ليس قلبك وحدك،
حين يتعلق الأمر بالحب.”
― قاسم حداد, الغزالة يوم الأحد

“One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries.”
― A.A. Milne

“All of our waste which we dumped on her and which she absorbed. And all of our beauty, which was hers first and which she gave to us. All of us--all who knew her--felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her. We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain made us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humor. Her inarticulateness made us believe we were eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous. Even her waking dreams we used--to silence our own nightmares. And she let us, and thereby deserved our contempt. We honed our egos on her, padded our characters with her frailty, and yawned in the fantasy of our strength.

And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of an old idea the Revelation and the Word.”
― Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.”
― Carter Crocker

“And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.”
― Anne Lamott, Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son's First Year

“Lonely was much better than alone.”
― Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“O music! A melody occurs to you; you sing it silently, inwardly only; you steep your being in it; it takes possession of all your strength and emotions, and during the time it lives in you, it effaces all that is fortuitous, evil, coarse, and sad in you; it brings the world into harmony with you, it makes burdens light and gives wings to depressed spirits. The melody of a folk song can do that. And first of all harmony! For each harmonious chord of pure-toned notes - those of church bells, for example - fills the spirit with grace and delight, a feeling that is intensified by every additional note; and at times this can enchant the heart and make it tremble with bliss as no other sensual pleasure can.”
― Hermann Hesse, Gertrude

“There are certain levels of sadness that introduce you to parts of yourself you never knew existed, and it’s always a much purer version of you that couldn’t be any you-er than you. You fall in love with it and forget to move on.”
― Ibraheem Hamdi, The Cashmere Scarf

“*A sad thing about life is when you meet someone that means a lot to you, only to find out in the end, that it wasn't bound to be and you just have to let go.*”
― ғαяsнαη мσнαмεd

“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.”
― José N. Harris, MI VIDA: A Story of Faith, Hope and Love

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“Songs are as sad as the listener.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Lament: The Faerie Queen's Deception

“J’ai réfléchi, je ne me fais pas d’illusions, je t’aime mais je n’ai pas confiance en toi. Puisque ce que nous vivons n’est pas réel, alors c’est un jeu. Je n’ai plus l’âge de jouer à chat. Ne cherche pas à m’appeler, ni à savoir où je suis, ni comment je vis, je crois que ce n’est plus le problème. J’ai réfléchi, je pense que c’est la meilleure solution, faire comme toi, vivre de mon côté en t’aimant bien mais de loin. Je ne veux pas attendre tes coups de téléphone, je ne veux pas m’empêcher de tomber amoureuse. J’ai réfléchi, je veux bien essayer. C’est à prendre ou à laisser…”
― Anna Gavalda, Someone I Loved

“Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glare of the lover’s inward eye.”
― Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

“Au bout de combien de temps oublie-t-on l'odeur de celui qui vous a aimée? Et quand cesse-t-on d'aimer à son tour? Qu'on me tende un sablier.”
― Anna Gavalda, Someone I Loved

“السعادة لا تحتاج إلى استحالات كبيرة ,أشياء صغيرة قادرة على أن تهزنا في العمق.”
― واسيني الأعرج

“Pain. I seem to have an affection, a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightning, little rivulets of thunder.
And I the eye of the storm.”
― Toni Morrison, Jazz

“Each time you happen to me all over again.”
― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

“Everyone's in their own personal coma.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary