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  • #1
    John  Green
    “Pain demands to be felt”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #2
    Holly  Jackson
    “if it's a choice between me and you, i choose you”
    Holly Jackson, As Good As Dead

  • #3
    Emma Cline
    “That was part of being a girl--you were resigned to whatever feedback you'd get. If you got mad, you were crazy, and if you didn't react, you were a bitch. The only thing you could do was smile from the corner they'd backed you into. Implicate yourself in the joke even if the joke was always on you.”
    Emma Cline, The Girls

  • #4
    Emma Cline
    “I waited to be told what was good about me. [...] All that time I had spent readying myself, the articles that taught me life was really just a waiting room until someone noticed you- the boys had spent that time becoming themselves.”
    Emma Cline, The Girls

  • #5
    Emma Cline
    “That was our mistake, I think. One of many mistakes. To believe that boys were acting with a logic that we could someday understand. To believe that their actions had any meaning beyond thoughtless impulse. We were like conspiracy theorists, seeing portent and intention in every detail, wishing desperately that we mattered enough to be the object of planning and speculation. But they were just boys. Silly and young and straightforward; they weren't hiding anything.”
    Emma Cline, The Girls

  • #6
    Emma Cline
    “Girls are the only ones who can really give each other close attention, the kind we equate with being loved. They noticed what we want noticed.”
    Emma Cline, The Girls

  • #7
    Emma Cline
    “So much of desire, at that age, was a willful act. Trying so hard to slur the rough, disappointing edges of boys into the shape of someone we could love. We spoke of our desperate need for them with rote and familiar words, like we were reading lines from a play. Later I would see this: how impersonal and grasping our love was, pinging around the universe, hoping for a host to give form to our wishes.”
    Emma Cline, The Girls

  • #8
    Emma Cline
    “You wanted things and you couldn't help it, because there was only your life, only yourself to wake up with, and how could you ever tell yourself what you wanted was wrong?”
    Emma Cline, The Girls

  • #9
    Emma Cline
    “They didn't have very far to fall--I knew just being a girl in the world handicapped your ability to believe yourself. Feelings seemed completely unreliable, like faulty gibberish scraped from a Ouija board. My childhood visits to the family doctor were stressful events for that reason. He'd ask me gentle questions: How was I feeling? How would I describe the pain? Was it more sharp or more spread out? I'd just look at him with desperation. I needed to be told, that was the whole point of going to the doctor. To take a test, be put through a machine that would comb my insides with radiated precision and tell me what the truth was.”
    Emma Cline, The Girls

  • #10
    Emma Cline
    “...I was confusing familiarity with happiness. Because that was there even when love wasn't...”
    Emma Cline, The Girls

  • #11
    Emma Cline
    “They didn’t have very far to fall—I knew just being a girl in the world handicapped your ability to believe yourself.”
    Emma Cline, The Girls

  • #12
    Margaret Atwood
    “Live in the present, make the most of it, it's all you've got.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #13
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “On September 11, I went out and bought a new TV/VCR at Best Buy so I could record the news coverage of the planes crashing into the Twin Towers. Trevor was on a honeymoon in Barbados, I'd later learn, but Reva was lost. Reva was gone. I watched the videotape over and over to soothe myself that day. And I continue to watch it, usually on a lonely afternoon, or any other time I doubt that life is worth living, or when I need courage, or when I am bored. Each time I see the woman leap off the seventy-eighth floor of the North Tower—one high-heeled shoe slipping off and hovering up over her, the other stuck on her foot as though it were too small, her blouse untucked, hair flailing, limbs stiff as she plummets down, one arm raised, like a dive into a summer lake—I am overcome by awe, not because she looks like Reva, and I think it's her, almost exactly her, and not because Reva and I had been friends, or because I'll never see her again, but because she is beautiful. There she is, a human being, diving into the unknown, and she is wide awake.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation



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