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“You have me Shaw, any way you need me, any way you want me, you have me.”
― Jay Crownover, Rule

“It’s always been you even when I didn’t want it to be, even when it broke my heart over and over again. It’s just always been you.”
― Jay Crownover, Rule

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“I like storms. Thunder torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get filled with this giddy expectation. Everything is more beautiful in the rain. Don't ask me why. But it’s like this whole other realm of opportunity. I used to feel like a superhero, riding my bike over the dangerously slick roads, or maybe an Olympic athlete enduring rough trials to make it to the finish line. On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky. I remember I’d shovel in my breakfast as fast as I could, so I could go knock on your door. We’d play all day, only coming back for food and sleep. We played hide and seek, you’d push me on the swing, or we’d climb trees. Being your sidekick gave me a sense of home again. You see, when I was ten, my mom died. She had cancer, and I lost her before I really knew her. My world felt so insecure, and I was scared. You were the person that turned things right again. With you, I became courageous and free. It was like the part of me that died with my mom came back when I met you, and I didn’t hurt if I knew I had you. Then one day, out of the blue, I lost you, too. The hurt returned, and I felt sick when I saw you hating me. My rainstorm was gone, and you became cruel. There was no explanation. You were just gone. And my heart was ripped open. I missed you. I missed my mom. What was worse than losing you, was when you started to hurt me. Your words and actions made me hate coming to school. They made me uncomfortable in my own home. Everything still hurts, but I know none of it is my fault. There are a lot of words that I could use to describe you, but the only one that includes sad, angry, miserable, and pitiful is “coward.” I a year, I’ll be gone, and you’ll be nothing but some washout whose height of existence was in high school. You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.”
― Penelope Douglas, Bully

“You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love”
― Tarryn Fisher, The Opportunist

“All for a girl. But she wasn’t just any girl.

She was mine.

And I was hers.

Until the bitter end.”
― Karina Halle, Shooting Scars

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”
― Stephen King

“If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
― Toni Morrison

“I’d just met this guy, but in this second, I knew he had the power to hurt me. He had the power to change me and turn me into anything he wanted me to be. And, in this moment, I was willing to be whatever he wanted.”
― E.M. Abel, Freeing Asia

“It’s okay to cry, baby. Each tear makes you stronger.”
― E.M. Abel, Freeing Asia

“Women like me don’t fall for guys like you. We don’t come when you call, we don’t beg for your attention, and we don’t confuse sex with love. Women like me break men like you”
― E.M. Abel, Breaking Shaun

“After taking a step outside, I looked around the busy street and sighed. Everyone was rushing to be somewhere as I stood alone with my to-go box.”
― E.M. Abel, Freeing Asia

“What else do you need from me, Natalie? I fucking love you. I show you all the time. I tell you all the time. What the fuck else can I do?”
― E.M. Abel, Breaking Shaun

“I like you, Killer, and not just in my bed. I’ve never been with a woman who has made me want more than that. This is all new to me, and honestly, I’m having a hard time with it.”
― E.M. Abel, Breaking Shaun

“Oh fuck, oh man, my hand has gone all gross and clammy. He’s going to feel that. He’s going to think I’m so gross. Please, please, please, I begged whatever was divine and listening, stop my hand from sweating. Please, please, please. And don’t let me puke!”
― Kelli Jean, Over the Hills and Far Away

“If things ever get to the point where either of us feels the need to fake it, we walk away. Life’s too short to waste it on pretending.”
― E.M. Abel, Liquid & Ash

“A woman with a dream of being loved is a danger to herself because she will see it in places it doesn't belong and doesn't exist.”
― E.M. Abel, Liquid & Ash

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Perhaps Nickel was the very afterlife that awaited him, with a White House down the hill and an eternity of oatmeal and an infinite brotherhood of broken boys.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Nickel Boys

“It was easy to root for the winners. No, he liked the punch-drunk ones, half walking at mile twenty-three, tongues flapping like Labradors. Tumbling across the finish line by hook or by crook, feet pounded to bloody meat in their Nikes. The laggards and limpers who weren’t running the course but running deep into their character—down into the cave to return to the light with what they found. By the time they got to Columbus Circle, the TV crews have split, the cone cups of water and Gatorade litter the course like daisies in a pasture, and the silver space blankets twist in the wind. Maybe they had someone waiting for them and maybe they didn’t. Who wouldn’t celebrate that?”
― Colson Whitehead, The Nickel Boys