Page 142 Quotes

“I glanced out the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright.”
― Millard Kaufman, Bowl of Cherries

“Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.”
― William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom!

“I'll go over again and again until I've finally crossed to where he is”
― Ally Condie, Crossed

“trying to tough what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“We come to a corner where there are a few people protesting the festivities. I don't understand this at all. It's like a protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.
In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals. I know this is hard for people to do, but I don't understand why it's so hard, when it's so obvious.”
― David Levithan, Every Day

“I did speak with Professor Burkett again, but there were no drinks or snacks. He no longer used those things, because he was dead.”
― Stephen King, Later

“I think
what happens to you
on most days
is not
what it mostly is,
but what happens
to you
randomly and candidly.

An unexpected road trip,
a moment of looking
at street vendors,
the first few drops of rain
hitting the ground
like a whisper,
an unexpected
lunar sighting
in its full moon phase,
a sparkle in the eyes
of children playing in the
apartment compound.

These are the things
that happen to you, not the
clocking in and out,
not the rehearsed hellos,
not the small talks
wrapped in the same old
wrappers of yesterday.

It's the stranger
who nods at you
like they have known your pain,
the dog that follows you
for three streets
and leaves without goodbye,
the last sip of
tea gone cold
while you were lost in thought,
a song on the radio
that you didn't know you
remembered but now
you are humming along like
it once saved your life.

It's the story the sky writes
when no one is looking,
clouds folding secrets
into their shapes,
the wind combing through your hair
like it belongs to
someone who still believes,
the ache that arrives
out of nowhere
and somehow
makes you
feel alive.”
― Sadia Hakim, The Weight of Tender Things

“Kate laughs, her green eyes alight. Holly thinks there’s an aura about her, a crackle of psychic static electricity. Holly could tell herself that’s nonsense, she’s just feeling the awe ordinary folks feel when in the same room as a very famous person, but she suspects that persons who’ve attained a certain renown really do have that electricity about them. Not because they’re famous; it’s how they became famous.”
― Stephen King