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“It's not always necessary to be strong, but to feel strong.”
― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

“If there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don't snuff it out, don't be brutal with it. Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we'd want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste! (p. 225)”
― André Aciman

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”
― Federico García Lorca, Blood Wedding and Yerma

“Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?”
― James Patterson, The Angel Experiment

“The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

“Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
― Samuel Beckett

“All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
― Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho

“Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”
― Steve Jobs

“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.”
― John Green

“Dear Karen,

I've been thinking about Us, the story of us. How the fuck do I sum it up? Has it been perfect? Hardly. Any story with me at the center of it will never be anything less than a big smiling mess. But here's what I know for sure—our time in the sun has been a thing of absolute fucking beauty. The nightmares, the hangovers, the fucking and the punching. The gorgeous shimmering insanity of the city of ours. Where for years I woke up, fucked up, said I was sorry, passed out and did it all over again.

As a writer, I'm a sucker for happy endings. The guy gets the girl, she saves him from himself, fade to fucking black. As a guy who loves a girl, I realize there's no such thing. There's no sunset. There's just now, and there's just the two of us, which can be scary fucking ugly sometimes. But if you close your eyes and listen for the whisper of your heart—if you simply keep trying and never ever give up, no matter how many times you get it wrong, until the beginning and the end blur into something called until we meet again -- and that's it.

I didn't know how to finish it, because it's not over. It'll never be over, as longs as there's you, and there's me, and there's hope, and grace.”
― Hank Moody

“The person that I want to have everything to do with, wants nothing to do with me.”
― Hank Moody

“Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”
― Stephen King

“It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.”
― George R.R. Martin

“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”
― Franz Kafka

“If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“Es gab Dinge, die ich nicht sagen, sondern nur schreiben konnte. Denn wenn ich redete, dann dachte ich, und wenn ich schrieb, dann fühlte ich.”
― Benedict Wells, Vom Ende der Einsamkeit

“Nie den Mut gehabt, sie zu gewinnen, immer nur die Angst, sie zu verlieren.”
― Benedict Wells, Vom Ende der Einsamkeit

“Die Zeit verläuft nicht linear, ebenso wenig die Erinnerungen. Man erinnert sich immer stärker an das, was einem gerade emotional nahe ist.”
― Benedict Wells, Vom Ende der Einsamkeit

“In Wahrheit sind all diese Nihilisten und Zyniker Schisser. Sie tun so, als wäre alles bedeutungslos, denn dann gibt es am Ende auch nichts zu verlieren. Ihre Haltung scheint unangreifbar und überlegen, aber sie ist im Innern auch nichts wert.”
― Benedict Wells, Vom Ende der Einsamkeit

“Denn ich weiß, dass es falsch ist, sich so in sich selbst zurückzuziehen. Ich möchte dort sein, wo du auch bist, und das ist die Wirklichkeit.”
― Benedict Wells, Vom Ende der Einsamkeit

“Um Minuten gekämpft, wenn es darum ging, einen Bus noch zu erreichen. Jahre verschwendet, weil ich nicht das getan hatte, was ich wollte.”
― Benedict Wells, Vom Ende der Einsamkeit

“Das Gedächtnis ist ein geduldiger Gärtner, und der winzige Samen, den ich an jenem Abend im Internat in meinem Kopf angelegt habe, ist im Laufe der Jahre zu einer prächtigen Erinnerung herangewachsen.”
― Benedict Wells, Vom Ende der Einsamkeit

“It seemed that there were families that were spared by Fate and others that attracted misfortune; and that night I wondered whether my family were one of these.”
― Benedict Wells, The End of Loneliness

“It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

“... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“My Dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.
-Falsely yours”
― Charles Bukowski