Diana

“Dear Reader,
We wouldn’t need books quite so much if everyone around us understood us well. But they don’t. Even those who love us get us wrong. They tell us who we are but miss things out. They claim to know what we need, but forget to ask us properly first. They can’t understand what we feel—and sometimes, we’re unable to tell them, because we don’t really understand it ourselves. That’s where books come in. They explain us to ourselves and to others, and make us feel less strange, less isolated and less alone. We might have lots of good friends, but even with the best friends in the world, there are things that no one quite gets. That’s the moment to turn to books. They are friends waiting for us any time we want them, and they will always speak honestly to us about what really matters. They are the perfect cure for loneliness. They can be our very closest friends.
Yours,
Alain”
― Maria Popova, A Velocity of Being: Letters to a Young Reader

“In some East and Central African beliefs, the dead are part of dimensions of the past. The sasha are those who exist in the recollections of their loved ones. As long as one is remembered, one lives. When a sasha's last surviving loved one passes away, they become part of the zamani, the true dead. But when our names are spoken and when our stories are told, we are always here, abiding in the minds of our descendants, whether they are kin by blood, or by belonging.”
― Kalela Williams, Tangleroot

“We laugh at people who still use Windows 95, yet we still cling to opinions that we formed in 1995.”
― Adam M. Grant, Think Again: The Power of Knowing What You Don't Know

“The line most often quoted from Frank’s diary are her famous words, “I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.” These words are “inspiring,” by which we mean that they flatter us. They make us feel forgiven for those lapses of our civilization that allow for piles of murdered girls—and if those words came from a murdered girl, well, then, we must be absolved, because they must be true. That gift of grace and absolution from a murdered Jew (exactly the gift that lies at the heart of Christianity) is what millions of people are so eager to find in Frank’s hiding place, in her writings, in her “legacy.” It is far more gratifying to believe that an innocent dead girl has offered us grace than to recognize the obvious: Frank wrote about people being “truly good at heart” before meeting people who weren’t. Three weeks after writing those words, she met people who weren’t.”
― Dara Horn, People Love Dead Jews: Reports from a Haunted Present