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“...I alone was a dream, a figment which had never really touched anything. I felt that I was not, never had been and never would be a living part of this overpoweringly solid and deeply meaningful world around me.”
― John Knowles, A Separate Peace

“...it seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart.”
― John Knowles, A Separate Peace

“I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself. I think that Peeta was onto something about us destroying one another and letting some decent species take over. Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like. Snow thought the Hunger Games were an efficient means of control. Coin thought the parachutes would expedite the war. But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“The marks humans leave are too often scars.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them. The light rushes out and floods in.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“... and all the hurts and scars / Of everyday were healed, and I would sleep / Safe with the good-night memory of stars.”
― Jane Merchant, Halfway Up the Sky: Poems

“I do not say there were no hurts. / I say they mattered less than love.”
― Jane Merchant, Halfway Up the Sky: Poems

“It's satisfaction to the soul / To make something out of nothing, and to trim / A figured piece to fit a gaping hole, / And turn and twist and scheme until it matches. / There's nothing more respectable than patches.”
― Jane Merchant, Halfway Up the Sky: Poems

“It was enough to lie there and expand / Till all the stars were shining into me / And I was all the stars that I could see / In all the endless acres of the night. / That was the best of living.”
― Jane Merchant, Halfway Up the Sky: Poems

“While we were counting stars, / The stars were counting us.”
― Jane Merchant, Halfway Up the Sky: Poems

“We will not speak of separation / While the frail hours grow less. / Nothing shall mar the brief perfection / Of our togetherness.

Walk gently through the fragile hours, / Speak softly lest they shatter. / If we can keep this day intact, / Tomorrow will not matter.”
― Jane Merchant, Halfway Up the Sky: Poems

“But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're each of us our own...bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.”
― Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

“Life's got to be lived, no matter how long or short," she said calmly. "You got to take what comes. We just go along, like everybody else, one day at a time.”
― Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

“Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences. I was a child, which meant that I knew a dozen different ways of getting out of our property and into the lane, ways that would not involve walking down our drive.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane