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  • #1
    George Bernard Shaw
    “Youth is wasted on the young.”
    George Bernard Shaw

  • #2
    Carl Sagan
    “Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

    The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

    Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

    The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

    It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.”
    Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

  • #3
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.”
    Mahatma Gandhi

  • #4
    “Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”
    Narcotics Anonymous

  • #5
    Frank Zappa
    “So many books, so little time.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #6
    J.K. Rowling
    “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #7
    Vincent van Gogh
    “A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke”
    Vincent Van Gogh

  • #8
    Oscar Wilde
    “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

  • #9
    Sarah Kay
    “If I should have a daughter…“Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

    She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

    And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”

    But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

    I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.

    You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

    And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

    “Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”

    Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

    Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”
    Sarah Kay

  • #10
    Shel Silverstein
    “She had blue skin,
    And so did he.
    He kept it hid
    And so did she.
    They searched for blue
    Their whole life through,
    Then passed right by-
    And never knew.”
    Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It

  • #11
    Eleanor Roosevelt
    “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
    Eleanor Roosevelt, This is My Story

  • #12
    Khaled Hosseini
    “But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.”
    Khaled Hosseini

  • #13
    Elie Wiesel
    “Think higher, feel deeper.”
    Elie Wiesel

  • #14
    J.K. Rowling
    “He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #15
    Stephen Chbosky
    “So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #16
    Jane Austen
    “Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #17
    Aristotle
    “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”
    Aristotle

  • #18
    William S. Burroughs
    “Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.”
    William S. Burroughs, The Job: Interviews with William S. Burroughs

  • #19
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
    Mahatma Gandhi

  • #20
    Jandy Nelson
    “Each time someone dies, a library burns.”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #21
    Jandy Nelson
    “grief is a house
    where the chairs
    have forgotten how to hold us
    the mirrors how to reflect us
    the walls how to contain us

    grief is a house that disappears
    each time someone knocks at the door
    or rings the bell
    a house that blows into the air
    at the slightest gust
    that buries itself deep in the ground
    while everyone is sleeping

    grief is a house where no one can protect you
    where the younger sister
    will grow older than the older one
    where the doors
    no longer let you in
    or out”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #22
    Jandy Nelson
    “There were once two sisters
    who were not afriad of the dark
    because the dark was full of the other's voice
    across the room,
    because even when the night was thick
    and starless
    they walked home together from the river
    seeing who could last the longest
    without turning on her flashlight,
    not afraid
    because sometimes in the pitch of night
    they'd lie on their backs
    in the middle of the path
    and look up until the stars came back
    and when they did,
    they'd reach their arms up to touch them
    and did.”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #23
    Jandy Nelson
    “When he plays
    all the flowers swap colors
    and years and decades and centuries
    of rain pour back into the sky”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #25
    Jandy Nelson
    “All her knowledge is gone now. Everything she ever learned, or heard, or saw. Her particular way of looking at Hamlet or daisies or thinking about love, all her private intricate thoughts, her inconsequential secret musings – they’re gone too. I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I’m watching it burn right to the ground.”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #26
    Jandy Nelson
    “Life’s a freaking mess… there’s not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. It’s all a beautiful calamitous mess.”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #27
    Jandy Nelson
    “Everyone has always said I look like Bailey, but I don't.
    I have grey eyes to her green,
    an oval face to her heart-shaped one,
    I'm shorter, scrawnier, paler, flatter, plainer, tamer.
    All we shared is a madhouse of curls
    that I imprison in a ponytail
    while she let hers rave
    like madness
    around her head.
    I don't sing in my sleep
    or eat the petals off flowers
    or run into the rain instead of out of it.
    I'm the unplugged-in one,
    the side-kick sister,
    tucked into a corner of her shadow.
    Boys followed her everywhere;
    they filled the booths at the restaurant where she waitressed,
    herded around her at the river.
    One day, I saw a boy come up behind her
    and pull a strand of her long hair
    I understood this-
    I felt the same way.
    In photographs of us together,
    she is always looking at the camera,
    and I am always looking at her.”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #28
    Thomas Szasz
    “People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates.”
    Thomas Szasz

  • #29
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #30
    Thomas Szasz
    “The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.”
    Thomas Szasz

  • #31
    Sylvia Plath
    “Mad Girl's Love Song

    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my lids and all is born again.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
    And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

    I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
    And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
    Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

    I fancied you'd return the way you said,
    But I grow old and I forget your name.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
    At least when spring comes they roar back again.
    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)”
    Sylvia Plath



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