Adrita Khan

“You're weird,' he says.
Despite everythin, I smile. 'You're always saying that, but in fact, you're weird,' I say.
'Yeah, I know. Remember? That's how I can tell you're weird, too.”
― Amanda Maciel, Tease

“I don’t know if I will have the time to write any more letters, because I might be too busy trying to participate. So, if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about, or know someone who’s gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“শিকল দিয়ে কাউকেই বেঁধে রাখা হয় না । তারপরেও সব মানুষই কোনও - না - কোনও সময় অনুভব করে তার হাত - পায়ে কঠিন শিকল । শিকল ভাঙতে গিয়ে সংসার - বিরাগী গভীর রাতে গৃহত্যাগ করে । ভাবে ,মুক্তি পাওয়া গেল । দশতলা বাড়ির ছাদ থেকে গৃহী মানুষ লাফিয়ে পরে ফুটপাতে । এরা ক্ষণিকের জন্য শিকল ভাঙার তৃপ্তি পায় ।”
― Humayun Ahmed, মৃন্ময়ী

“Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young, the music issued at the lips. There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step. The locust-trees were in bloom, and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above, it was green with vegetation, and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful, and inviting.”
― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer