Jane Austen

“Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound,
then from my eyes,
my ears,
my mouth.
It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.”
― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

“It all seems so sad, so unbearably sad for a second, to think of the lovely old maple with the swing. We never told the tree how much we loved it. We never gave it a name, never did anything for it.”
― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

“Boys think girls are like books, If the cover doesn't catch their eye they won't bother to read what's inside.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.”
― Plato, The Republic