"We can't stop here, this is bat country!"
— Hunter S. Thompson

"I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward. "
— Charlotte Brontë

"Those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter. "
— Dr Seuss

"Just tell yourself, Duckie, your real quite lucky."
— Dr. Seuss

""You can love someone so much," he thought. "But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.""
— John Green (An Abundance of Katherines)

"I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them."
— John Green (Looking for Alaska)

"There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.....the sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and Hope."
— Alexandre Dumas (The Count of Monte Cristo)

"Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made."
— Margaret Atwood (Cat's Eye)

"They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting."
— John Green (Looking for Alaska)

"Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts."
— Harper Lee (To Kill a Mockingbird)

"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.-Atticus Finch"
— Harper Lee (To Kill a Mockingbird)

"I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it."
— Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)

"Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy."
— Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)

"You are the music while the music lasts."
— T.S. Eliot