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  • #1
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #2
    Sylvia Plath
    “If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #3
    Sally Rooney
    “Marianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very far away, happening without her, and she didn't know if she would ever find out where it was or become part of it.”
    Sally Rooney, Normal People

  • #4
    Sally Rooney
    “If people appeared to behave pointlessly in grief, it was only because human life was pointless, and this was the truth that grief revealed.”
    Sally Rooney, Normal People

  • #5
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “Rejection, I have found, can be the only antidote to delusion”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

  • #6
    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

  • #7
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “in my frenzied state of despair, I understood: there was stability in living in the past.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #9
    Sylvia Plath
    “When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.
    "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said.
    "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #10
    Sylvia Plath
    “There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #11
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #12
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt wise and cynical as all hell.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #13
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #14
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #15
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #16
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #17
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman could report if the water level of the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York is in heavy boots.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
    tags: love

  • #18
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

  • #19
    Jessa Hastings
    “Painful things can still be beautiful things, in case you didn’t know.”
    Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

  • #20
    Jessa Hastings
    “Our eyes hold like our hands won’t. I love you, he blinks. Prove it, I sigh.”
    Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

  • #21
    Jessa Hastings
    “Because she can only hate me how she hates me because she loves me how she loves me.”
    Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

  • #22
    Jessa Hastings
    “What a mind fuck it is to comfort the person who just blew your whole heart open with a rifle.”
    Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

  • #23
    Jessa Hastings
    “Everything wonderful, everything magical, everything painful, everything beautiful and spectacular and wretched and defining that has happened to me happened with him. And I hate him for that.”
    Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

  • #24
    Jessa Hastings
    “The most beautiful boy in every room, the great love of my life—how many loves do you get in a lifetime? I remember wondering that. How many people will look at me like he does, not just like I’m the sun but like I’m the whole god damn universe.”
    Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

  • #25
    Rebecca   Ross
    “It takes courage to let down your armor, to welcome people to see you as you are. Sometimes I feel the same as you: I can’t risk having people behold me as I truly am. But there’s also a small voice in the back of my mind, a voice that tells me, “You will miss so much by being so guarded.”
    Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

  • #26
    Rebecca   Ross
    “I love the words I write until I soon realize how much I hate them, as if I am destined to always be at war within myself.”
    Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

  • #27
    Rebecca   Ross
    “It’s not a crime to feel joy, even when things seem hopeless. Iris, look at me. You deserve all the happiness in the world. And I intend to see that you have it.”
    Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

  • #28
    Holly Black
    “Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”
    Holly Black, The Wicked King

  • #29
    Holly Black
    “If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure.”
    Holly Black, The Wicked King

  • #30
    Holly Black
    “He looks up at me with his night-colored eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once. “For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.”

    I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?”

    He grins up at me. “They missed.”
    Holly Black, The Wicked King



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