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  • #1
    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

  • #2
    Honoré de Balzac
    “Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.”
    Honoré de Balzac

  • #3
    Sheng Wang
    “A friend said to me, “Hey you need to grow a pair. Grow a pair, Bro.” It’s when someone calls you weak, but they associate it with a lack of testicles. Which is weird, because testicles are the most sensitive things in the world. If you suddenly just grew a pair, you’d be a lot more vulnerable. If you want to be tough, you should lose a pair. If you want to be real tough, you should grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding.”
    Sheng Wang

  • #4
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Bring the pure wine of
    love and freedom.
    But sir, a tornado is coming.
    More wine, we'll teach this storm
    A thing or two about whirling.”
    Rumi

  • #5
    Elie Wiesel
    “The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.”
    Elie Wiesel

  • #6
    Jeffrey McDaniel
    “Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice the ring that’s landed on your finger, a massive
    insect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end

    of a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt
    in your voice under a blanket and said there’s two kinds
    of women—those you write poems about

    and those you don’t. It’s true. I never brought you
    a bouquet of sonnets, or served you haiku in bed.
    My idea of courtship was tapping Jane’s Addiction

    lyrics in Morse code on your window at three A.M.,
    whiskey doing push-ups on my breath. But I worked
    within the confines of my character, cast

    as the bad boy in your life, the Magellan
    of your dark side. We don’t have a past so much
    as a bunch of electricity and liquor, power

    never put to good use. What we had together
    makes it sound like a virus, as if we caught
    one another like colds, and desire was merely

    a symptom that could be treated with soup
    and lots of sex. Gliding beside you now,
    I feel like the Benjamin Franklin of monogamy,

    as if I invented it, but I’m still not immune
    to your waterfall scent, still haven’t developed
    antibodies for your smile. I don’t know how long

    regret existed before humans stuck a word on it.
    I don’t know how many paper towels it would take
    to wipe up the Pacific Ocean, or why the light

    of a candle being blown out travels faster
    than the luminescence of one that’s just been lit,
    but I do know that all our huffing and puffing

    into each other’s ears—as if the brain was a trick
    birthday candle—didn’t make the silence
    any easier to navigate. I’m sorry all the kisses

    I scrawled on your neck were written
    in disappearing ink. Sometimes I thought of you
    so hard one of your legs would pop out

    of my ear hole, and when I was sleeping, you’d press
    your face against the porthole of my submarine.
    I’m sorry this poem has taken thirteen years

    to reach you. I wish that just once, instead of skidding
    off the shoulder blade’s precipice and joyriding
    over flesh, we’d put our hands away like chocolate

    to be saved for later, and deciphered the calligraphy
    of each other’s eyelashes, translated a paragraph
    from the volumes of what couldn’t be said.”
    Jeffrey McDaniel

  • #7
    A.A. Milne
    “It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?”
    A. A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

  • #8
    Neil Gaiman
    “Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds... Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 5: A Game of You

  • #9
    Neil Gaiman
    “I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

  • #10
    We accept the love we think we deserve.
    “We accept the love we think we deserve.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #11
    Neil Gaiman
    “When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn't make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. "It's all right" we whisper, "I'm here, I love you." and we lie: "I'll never leave you." For just a moment or two the darkness doesn't seem so bad.”
    Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman's Midnight Days

  • #12
    Neil Gaiman
    “There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

    You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

    Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

    Whenever it rains you will think of her. ”
    Neil Gaiman

  • #13
    bell hooks
    “Genuine love is rarely an emotional space where needs are instantly gratified. To know love we have to invest time and commitment...'dreaming that love will save us, solve all our problems or provide a steady state of bliss or security only keeps us stuck in wishful fantasy, undermining the real power of the love -- which is to transform us.' Many people want love to function like a drug, giving them an immediate and sustained high. They want to do nothing, just passively receive the good feeling.”
    bell hooks

  • #14
    Sylvia Plath
    “God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #15
    Kevin Brooks
    “I first saw Lucas at the end of July last summer. Of course, I didn't know who he was then... in fact, come to think of it, I didn't even know what he was.
    All I could see from the backseat of the car was a green-clad creature padding along the Stand in a shimmering haze of heat; a slight and ragged figure with a mop of straw-blond hair and a way of walking - I smile when I think of it - a way of walking that whispered secrets to the air.”
    Kevin Brooks, Lucas

  • #16
    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

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “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.)”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #18
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it. Through violence you may murder the liar, but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth. Through violence you murder the hater, but you do not murder hate. In fact, violence merely increases hate. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”
    Martin Luther King Jr.

  • #19
    Allen Ginsberg
    “...all movement stops and I walk in the timeless sadness of existence,
    tenderness flowing thru the buildings,
    my fingertips touching reality's face,
    my own face streaked with tears in the mirror
    of some window - at dusk -
    where I have no desire -
    for bonbons - or to own the dresses or Japanese
    lampshades of intellection -”
    Allen Ginsberg, Selected Poems, 1947–1995

  • #20
    Alfred Tennyson
    “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
    Alfred Tennyson

  • #21
    A.A. Milne
    “You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.”
    A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

  • #22
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

    A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

    A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master...”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

  • #23
    Christopher Hitchens
    “The man who prays is the one who thinks that god has arranged matters all wrong, but who also thinks that he can instruct god how to put them right.”
    Christopher Hitchens, Mortality

  • #24
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

  • #25
    Bette Davis
    “When a man gives his opinion, he's a man. When a woman gives her opinion, she's a bitch.”
    Bette Davis

  • #26
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “I choose to love you in silence…
    For in silence I find no rejection,

    I choose to love you in loneliness…
    For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

    I choose to adore you from a distance…
    For distance will shield me from pain,

    I choose to kiss you in the wind…
    For the wind is gentler than my lips,

    I choose to hold you in my dreams…
    For in my dreams, you have no end.”
    Rumi

  • #27
    John Green
    “As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #28
    Andrea Gibson
    “The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables.
    Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a day
    I would be grounded, rooted.
    Said my head would not keep flying away
    to where the darkness lives.

    The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight.
    Said for twenty dollars she’d tell me what to do.
    I handed her the twenty. She said, “Stop worrying, darling.
    You will find a good man soon.”

    The first psycho therapist told me to spend
    three hours each day sitting in a dark closet
    with my eyes closed and ears plugged.
    I tried it once but couldn’t stop thinking
    about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet.

    The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth.
    Said to focus on the out breath. Said everyone finds happiness
    when they care more about what they give
    than what they get.

    The pharmacist said, “Lexapro, Lamicatl, Lithium, Xanax.”

    The doctor said an anti-psychotic might help me
    forget what the trauma said.

    The trauma said, “Don’t write these poems.
    Nobody wants to hear you cry
    about the grief inside your bones.”

    But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi jumped
    from the George Washington Bridge
    into the Hudson River convinced
    he was entirely alone.”

    My bones said, “Write the poems.”
    Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

  • #29
    Andrea Gibson
    “I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society.”
    Andrea Gibson

  • #30
    Andrea Gibson
    “We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.”
    Andrea Gibson



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