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“BECAUSE EVERY DAY IS STILL A BLANK PAGE, WAITING TO WRITE ITSELF.”
― Dave Grohl, The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music

“You cannot predict a person's sudden passing, but there are certain people in life that you prepare yourself to lose, for whatever reason. You foolishly try to protect yourself by building a wall around your heart as a sort of preemptive defense mechanism so that when you get that call, you are prepared somehow. Like being emotionally vaccinated, you have already built up an immunity to their inevitable passing.
But this never works.”
― Dave Grohl, The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music

“I was a bit of a misfit, longing to feel understood, waiting for someone to accept the real me.”
― Dave Grohl, The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music

“I want a man with clear intentions. A man who makes an effort and is excited to spend time with me. A man who actually wants to want me. If he has to fight himself to be with me, then chances are he'd never fight for me if it came down to it.
What woman would ever choose somebody like that?”
― Elle Kennedy, The Chase

“perception and reality are vastly disparate. The truth is usually found somewhere in between.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Chase

“You are not wrong for loving what you do. You are lucky. Life doesn't hand everyone a passion in their profession.”
― Rebecca Serle, In Five Years

“I used to think that the present determined the future. That if I worked hard, and long, I'd get the things I wanted. The job, the apartment, the life. That the future was simply a mound of clay waiting to be told by the present, what form to take. But that isn't true. It can't be.”
― Rebecca Serle, In Five Years

“What’s your name?”
“What do you want it to be?”
“Are you a vampire?”
“Not the last time I checked.”
― Kresley Cole, The Warlord Wants Forever

“I’ll begin with the most basic. What are you?”
“Pussy Cat Doll?” she asked, immediately doing a slow headshake at his look. “Judge, jury and executioner.” He scowled. Her eyes lit up. “Transient! What? Really. No? Babe in Toyland?”
― Kresley Cole, The Warlord Wants Forever

“I was young, I thought I needed the money, but then I realized that my carefree friend was actually living the good way, even though love and heartbreak are often a package deal.”
― Rebecca Serle, In Five Years

“Don't make me an optimist, you will ruin my life!”
― Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Fleabag: The Scriptures

“The only reason I have lived so long is that I let go of my past. Shut the door on grief on regret on remorse. If I let them in, just one self-indulgent crack, whap, the door will fling open gales of pain ripping through my heart blinding my eyes with shame breaking cups and bottles knocking down jars shattering windows stumbling bloody on spilled sugar and broken glass terrified gagging until with a final shudder and sob I shut the heavy door. Pick up the pieces one more time.”
― Lucia Berlin, A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories

“Fear, poverty, alcoholism, loneliness are terminal illnesses. Emergencies, in fact.”
― Lucia Berlin, A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories

“Only Americans smile all the time.”
― Lucia Berlin, A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“it was better to be alone than to be stuck with people who were supposed to love you, yet couldn’t.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“For a moment I felt joyful, and then I felt completely exhausted.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“in my frenzied state of despair, I understood: there was stability in living in the past.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“We don’t forget things, OK? We just choose to ignore them. Can you accept responsibility for your memory lapse and move on?”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Education is directly proportional to anxiety, as you've probably learned, having gone to Columbia.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Maybe they understood, in fact, that beauty and meaning had nothing to do with one another.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Reva often spoke about 'settling down.' That sounded like death to me.

'I'd rather be alone than anybody's live-in prostitute,' I said to Reva.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I loved Reva, but I didn't like her anymore. We'd been friends since college, long enough that all we had left in common was our history together, a complex circuit of resentment, memory, jealousy, denial, and a few dresses I'd let Reva borrow, which she'd promised to dry clean and return but never did.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“But coming out of that sleep was excruciating. My entire life flashed before my eyes in the worst way possible, my mind refilling itself with all my lame memories, every little thing that had brought me to where I was. I'd try to remember something else—a better version, a happy story, maybe, or just an equally lame but different life that would at least be refreshing in its digressions—but it never worked. I was always still me. Sometimes I woke up with my face wet with tears. The only times I cried, in fact, were when I was pulled out of that nothingness, when the alarm on my cell phone went off.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I could feel the certainty of a reality leeching out of me like calcium from a bone. I was starving my mind into obliqueness. I felt less and less. Words came and I spoke them in my head, then nestled in on the sound of them, got lost in the music.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Reva was like the pills I took. They turned everything, even hatred, even love, into fluff I could bat away. And that was exactly what I wanted—my emotions passing like headlights that shine softly through a window, sweep past me, illuminate something vaguely familiar, then fade and leave me in the dark again.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I rebelled in silent ways, with my thoughts.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“We probably shouldn't be friends," I told her, stretching out on the sofa. "I've been thinking about it, and I see no reason to continue.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Her loyalty was absurd. This was what kept us going.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“If, when I woke up in June, life still wasn't worth the trouble, I would end it. I would jump. This was the deal I made.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation