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  • #1
    Sarah   Williams
    “Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
    I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
    Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse

  • #2
    Oscar Wilde
    “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
    Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

  • #3
    Victoria Schwab
    “Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives--or to find strength in a very long one.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #4
    Lemony Snicket
    “I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.
    I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.
    I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.
    I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”
    Lemony Snicket

  • #5
    George Eliot
    “It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
    George Eliot

  • #6
    Sarah J. Maas
    “To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
    Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

  • #7
    Gail Carson Levine
    “A library is infinity under a roof.”
    Gail Carson Levine

  • #8
    Marilyn Monroe
    “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #9
    Maya Angelou
    “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
    Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

  • #10
    Roald Dahl
    “And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
    Roald Dahl

  • #11
    Victoria Schwab
    “Because time is cruel to all, and crueler still to artists. Because visions weakens, and voices wither, and talent fades.... Because happiness is brief, and history is lasting, and in the end... everyone wants to be remembered”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #12
    Bernard M. Baruch
    “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
    Bernard M. Baruch

  • #13
    Albert Einstein
    “I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #14
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #15
    “A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for.”
    John A. Shedd

  • #16
    Madeleine L'Engle
    “You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”
    Madeleine L'Engle

  • #17
    Daniel Pennac
    “Reader's Bill of Rights

    1. The right to not read

    2. The right to skip pages

    3. The right to not finish

    4. The right to reread

    5. The right to read anything

    6. The right to escapism

    7. The right to read anywhere

    8. The right to browse

    9. The right to read out loud

    10. The right to not defend your tastes”
    Daniel Pennac

  • #18
    Marie Lu
    “Each day means a new twenty-four hours. Each day means everything's possible again. You live in the moment, you die in the moment, you take it all one day at a time.”
    Marie Lu, Legend

  • #19
    C.S. Lewis
    “No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.”
    C.S. Lewis

  • #20
    I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
    “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #21
    If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use
    “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #22
    Oscar Wilde
    “You can never be overdressed or overeducated.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #23
    Oscar Wilde
    “A good friend will always stab you in the front.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #24
    Oscar Wilde
    “You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”
    oscar wilde

  • #25
    Sarah Kay
    “Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.”
    Sarah Kay

  • #26
    Sarah Kay
    “If I should have a daughter…“Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

    She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

    And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”

    But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

    I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.

    You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

    And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

    “Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”

    Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

    Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”
    Sarah Kay

  • #27
    Sarah Kay
    “The Type

    Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else. -Richard Siken

    If you grow up the type of woman men want to look at,
    you can let them look at you. But do not mistake eyes for hands.

    Or windows.
    Or mirrors.

    Let them see what a woman looks like.
    They may not have ever seen one before.

    If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch,
    you can let them touch you.

    Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for.
    Sometimes it is a bottle. A door. A sandwich. A Pulitzer. Another woman.

    But their hands found you first. Do not mistake yourself for a guardian.
    Or a muse. Or a promise. Or a victim. Or a snack.

    You are a woman. Skin and bones. Veins and nerves. Hair and sweat.
    You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies. Not excuses.

    If you grow up the type of woman men want to hold,
    you can let them hold you.

    All day they practice keeping their bodies upright--
    even after all this evolving, it still feels unnatural, still strains the muscles,

    holds firm the arms and spine. Only some men will want to learn
    what it feels like to curl themselves into a question mark around you,

    admit they do not have the answers
    they thought they would have by now;

    some men will want to hold you like The Answer.
    You are not The Answer.

    You are not the problem. You are not the poem
    or the punchline or the riddle or the joke.

    Woman. If you grow up the type men want to love,
    You can let them love you.

    Being loved is not the same thing as loving.
    When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean

    after years of puddle jumping. It is realizing you have hands.
    It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home.

    Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman
    men will hurt. If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.

    It is hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping, salty.
    Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call

    mistakes when you tuck them in at night. And know this:
    Know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.

    Let the statues crumble.
    You have always been the place.

    You are a woman who can build it yourself.
    You were born to build.”
    Sarah Kay

  • #28
    Sarah Kay
    “Oh, Brother. No matter your wreckage. There will be someone to find you beautiful, despite the cruddy metal. Your ruin is not to be hidden behind paint and canvas. Let them see the cracks.”
    Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage

  • #29
    Sarah Kay
    “I will wake you up early
    even though I know you like to stay through the credits.

    I will leave pennies in your pockets,
    postage stamps of superheroes
    in between the pages of your books,
    sugar packets on your kitchen counter.
    I will Hansel and Gretel you home.

    I talk through movies.
    Even ones I have never seen before.

    I will love you with too many commas,
    but never any asterisks.

    There will be more sweat than you are used to.
    More skin.
    More words than are necessary.

    My hair in the shower drain,
    my smell on your sweaters,
    bobby pins all over the window sills.

    I make the best sandwiches you've ever tasted.
    You'll be in charge of napkins.

    I can't do a pull-up.
    But I'm great at excuses.

    I count broken umbrellas after every thunderstorm,
    and I fall asleep repeating the words thank you.

    I will wake you up early
    with my heavy heartbeat.
    You will say, Can't we just sleep in, and I will say,
    No, trust me. You don't want to miss a thing.”
    Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage: Poems

  • #30
    Sarah Kay
    “...I was not born with enough fuel. My anger
    often melts into sadness, it will just
    disintegrate into shame or fear, my
    clenched teeth release into chatter.
    But you have found the right mix of
    arrogance and alcohol. Place your hands
    on me one more time, then again, exhale
    the cigarette into my eyes, tell me again
    how I’m just not understanding the point,
    remind me how you are an expert, touch
    my knee, my thigh, my lower back, ignore
    me twice, three times, continue talking over
    me with the man to my right. There is a
    beast in my veins that was birthed by my
    father. It is quiet, it sleeps through most
    nights. Tonight, sir, my tail twitches in
    the darkest caves. Be careful, darling.
    Your footsteps land heavy here. Your
    racket will wake the dragons.”
    Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage: Poems



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