""One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.""
— Suzanne Collins (The Hunger Games)

"I want a love
I want a fire
To feel the burn, my desires
I want a man by my side
Not a boy who runs and hides
Are you gonna fight for me, die for me
Live and breathe for me
Do you care for me
Cause if you don't then just leave"
— Kelly Clarkson

"Gauguin was a stockbroker in Paris, married, had five kids. One day he came home from work and told his wife he was leaving, that he was through supporting the family, that he had had enough. Just like that he fucking took off. He said he had always felt that he was a painter, so he moved to a rat-infested shithole and started painting. His wife begged him to come back, his bosses told him he was insane, he didn't care, he was following his heart. He left Paris, moved to Rouen, went from Rouen to Arles, from Arles to Tahiti. He was searching for peace, contentment, trying to fill that fucking hole he felt inside, and he believed he could fill it. He died in Tahiti, blind and crazy from syphilis, but he did it. He filled his fucking hole, made beautiful work, made beautiful, beautiful work... It takes a brave man to walk away, to care so much that he doesn't care about anything else, to be willing to obey what he feels inside, to be willing to suffer the consequences of living for himself. Every time I stand before his work it makes me cry, and I cry because I'm proud of him, and happy for him, and because I admire him.
"
— James Frey (My Friend Leonard)

"sometimes you need to run away, just to see who will come after you :)"
— Unknown

"I watched her for a long time, memorizing her shoulders, her long-legged gait. This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that it wasn't the worst day of their lives. That they didn't want their mothers to come running after them, begging their forgiveness, that they wouldn't have gone down on their knees and thanked god if they could stay. "
— Janet Fitch (White Oleander)

"We are not lost when we die.
We never go away.
Why would we go away?
When we're gone, we come back."
— Dennis Downey

"Am I blind ?
Or is Love running away from me again ?"
— Keysi E.

"I am Nemesis, meting out just deserts"
— Nick Harkaway

"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates,
of considering happiness as something rather stupid.
Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting.
This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. If it hurts, repeat it.
But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else.
We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe a happy man, nor make any celebration of joy."
— Ursula K. LeGuin

"You can try to break the silence, just keep making love with violence."
— Right Away Great Captain

"The trouble is that we have a bad habit,
encouraged by pedants and sophisticates,
of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting.
This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. If it hurts, repeat it.
But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else.
We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe a happy man, nor make any celebration of joy."
— Ursula K. LeGuin