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  • #1
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “Quand tu veux construire un bateau, ne commence pas par rassembler du bois, couper des planches et distribuer du travail, mais reveille au sein des hommes le desir de la mer grande et large.

    If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


  • #2
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince


  • #3
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens: men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain fields down yonder? [...] The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back to the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wheat in the wind...”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


  • #4
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “Ja mis teil südamel ka poleks – ärge pidage seda liiga tähtsaks. Vähe on asju, mis kauaks tähtsaks jäävad.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country


  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “You have to die a few times before you can really
    live.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last


  • #6
    Oscar Wilde
    “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
    Oscar Wilde


  • #7
    Bob Marley
    “Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
    Bob Marley


  • #8
    Paulo Coelho
    “If I am really a part of your dream, you'll come back one day.”
    Paulo Coelho


  • #9
    David Nicholls
    “What are you going to do with your life?" In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking her this forever; teachers, her parents, friends at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still she was no nearer an answer... "Live each day as if it's your last', that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn't practical. Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.”
    David Nicholls, One Day


  • #10
    David Nicholls
    “She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it's going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery.”
    David Nicholls, One Day


  • #11
    David Nicholls
    “Envy was just the tax you paid on success.”
    David Nicholls, One Day


  • #12
    Franz Kafka
    “Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
    Franz Kafka


  • #13
    Franz Kafka
    “I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.”
    Franz Kafka


  • #14
    Franz Kafka
    “By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.”
    Franz Kafka


  • #15
    Franz Kafka
    “We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.”
    Franz Kafka


  • #16
    Franz Kafka
    “You are free and that is why you are lost.”
    Franz Kafka


  • #17
    Emily Dickinson
    “That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
    Emily Dickinson


  • #18
    Pablo Neruda
    “Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
    Pablo Neruda


  • #19
    Pablo Neruda
    “Don't go far off, not even for a day,
    because I don't know how to say it - a day is long
    and I will be waiting for you, as in
    an empty station when the trains are
    parked off somewhere else, asleep.

    Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then
    the little drops of anguish will all run together,
    the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
    into me, choking my lost heart.

    Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve
    on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter
    into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for
    a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll
    have gone so far I'll wander mazily
    over all the earth, asking, will you
    come back? Will you leave me here, dying?”
    Pablo Neruda


  • #20
    James Kavanaugh
    “I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.
    We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

    For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”
    James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves


  • #21
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets


  • #22
    Rosemarie Urquico
    “You should date a girl who reads.
    Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

    Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

    She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

    Buy her another cup of coffee.

    Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

    It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

    She has to give it a shot somehow.

    Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

    Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

    Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

    If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

    You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

    You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

    Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

    Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
    Rosemarie Urquico


  • #23
    Anne Sexton
    “Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
    Anne Sexton


  • #24
    Jim Morrison
    “There are things known
    and there are things unknown
    and in between are the doors.”
    Jim Morrison, Letters from Joe


  • #25
    Margaret Atwood
    “A truth should exist,
    it should not be used
    like this. If I love you

    is that a fact or a weapon?”
    Margaret Atwood


  • #26
    Pablo Neruda
    “So many days, oh so many days
    seeing you so tangible and so close,
    how do I pay, with what do I pay?

    The bloodthirsty spring
    has awakened in the woods.
    The foxes start from their earths,
    the serpents drink the dew,
    and I go with you in the leaves
    between the pines and the silence,
    asking myself how and when
    I will have to pay for my luck.

    Of everything I have seen,
    it's you I want to go on seeing:
    of everything I've touched,
    it's your flesh I want to go on touching.
    I love your orange laughter.
    I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.

    What am I to do, love, loved one?
    I don't know how others love
    or how people loved in the past.
    I live, watching you, loving you.
    Being in love is my nature.

    You please me more each afternoon.

    Where is she? I keep on asking
    if your eyes disappear.
    How long she's taking! I think, and I'm hurt.
    I feel poor, foolish and sad,
    and you arrive and you are lightning
    glancing off the peach trees.

    That's why I love you and yet not why.
    There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
    for love has to be so,
    involving and general,
    particular and terrifying,
    joyful and grieving,
    flowering like the stars,
    and measureless as a kiss.

    That's why I love you and yet not why.
    There are so many reasons, and yet so few,
    for love has to be so,
    involving and general,
    particular and terrifying,
    joyful and grieving,
    flowering like the stars,
    and measureless as a kiss.”
    Pablo Neruda


  • #27
    Charles Bukowski
    “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”
    Charles Bukowski


  • #28
    Charles Bukowski
    “I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”
    Charles Bukowski


  • #29
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”
    Charles Bukowski


  • #30
    Charles Bukowski
    “There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
    but I'm too tough for him,
    I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.”
    Charles Bukowski




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