Adrienne

“That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal. ”
― Janet Fitch, Paint it Black

“I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind. It was a secret wanting, like a song I couldn't stop humming, or loving someone I could never have. No matter where I went, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“Don't think or judge, just listen.”
― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

“...you look at me like an emergency”
― Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck