Emilia

“I feel like I’m the only one who feels the things I feel, or thinks the way I think.  I’m worried that I’m taking everything too seriously, or not seriously enough.  Sometimes I want you to see me, and sometimes I want to disappear.  I don’t know if I’ve ever truly felt like the ground beneath me was firm.  Things always feel like they’re moving and I never get the chance to catch up to them and when I do, it feels like it all goes too quickly.  I am nice to people I don’t like because I don’t know what else to do.  I feel like I’m waiting for something but I don’t know what it is.  I often walk past people in the street, and I wonder if anyone else is waiting too.  I don’t know if I’m ever, really, “Here.” So I'm fine.* *I'm not fine.”
― Iain S. Thomas, Every Word You Cannot Say

“If this book has a lesson, it is that we are awfully lucky to be here-and by 'we' I mean every living thing. To attain any kind of life in this universe of ours appears to be quite an achievement. As humans we are doubly lucky, of course: We enjoy not only the privilege of existence but also the singular ability to appreciate it and even, in a multitude of ways, to make it better. It is a talent we have only barely begun to grasp.”
― Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“I slammed out of the [house] and started walking, heading nowhere in particular. Sometimes you just need to go through a door.”
― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children