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  • #1
    Milan Kundera
    “In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #2
    Toni Morrison
    “She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind."

    Sixo”
    Toni Morrison

  • #3
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

  • #4
    John Green
    “I'm in love with you," he said quietly.

    "Augustus," I said.

    "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #5
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.”
    Leo Tolstoy

  • #6
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #7
    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

  • #8
    Charles M. Schulz
    “My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?”
    Charles M. Schulz

  • #9
    “Black is not sad. Bright colors are what depresses me. They’re so… empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.”
    Ann Demeulemeester

  • #10
    Andrea Gibson
    “I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.
    Tell me why you loved them,
    then tell me why they loved you.

    Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through.
    Tell me what the word home means to you
    and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name
    just by the way you describe your bedroom
    when you were eight.

    See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,
    and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.

    Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain
    or bounce in the bellies of snow?
    And if you were to build a snowman,
    would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms
    or would leave your snowman armless
    for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
    And if you would,
    would you notice how that tree weeps for you
    because your snowman has no arms to hug you
    every time you kiss him on the cheek?

    Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?
    Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad
    even if it makes your lover mad?
    Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion
    or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

    See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,
    and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy
    when she spoke it for the very first time.

    I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind.
    Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.
    Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old
    beating up little boys at school.

    If you were walking by a chemical plant
    where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds
    would you holler “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud
    or would you whisper
    “That cloud looks like a fish,
    and that cloud looks like a fairy!”

    Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?
    Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?
    And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me —
    how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?

    See, I wanna know if you believe in any god
    or if you believe in many gods
    or better yet
    what gods believe in you.
    And for all the times that you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself,
    have the prayers you asked come true?
    And if they didn’t, did you feel denied?
    And if you felt denied,
    denied by who?

    I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
    on a day you’re feeling good.
    I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
    on a day you’re feeling bad.
    I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
    could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.

    If you ever reach enlightenment
    will you remember how to laugh?

    Have you ever been a song?
    Would you think less of me
    if I told you I’ve lived my entire life a little off-key?
    And I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry
    I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me
    who have learned the wisdom of silence.

    Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?
    And if you do —
    I want you to tell me of a meadow
    where my skateboard will soar.

    See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.
    I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,
    and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.
    I wanna know if you bleed sometimes
    from other people’s wounds,
    and if you dream sometimes
    that this life is just a balloon —
    that if you wanted to, you could pop,
    but you never would
    ‘cause you’d never want it to stop.

    If a tree fell in the forest
    and you were the only one there to hear —
    if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound,
    would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist,
    or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

    And lastly, let me ask you this:

    If you and I went for a walk
    and the entire walk, we didn’t talk —
    do you think eventually, we’d… kiss?

    No, wait.
    That’s asking too much —
    after all,
    this is only our first date.”
    Andrea Gibson

  • #11
    Andrea Gibson
    “But whatever
    However
    Whenever this ends I want you to know
    That right now
    I love you forever”
    Andrea Gibson, How It Ends

  • #12
    Poppy Z. Brite
    “The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.”
    Poppy Z. Brite

  • #13
    Woody Allen
    “To you, I'm an atheist.
    To God, I'm the loyal opposition.”
    Woody Allen

  • #14
    Woody Allen
    “I just can't listen to any more Wagner, you know...I'm starting to get the urge to conquer Poland.”
    Woody Allen

  • #15
    Emily Brontë
    “By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #16
    Toni Morrison
    “Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #17
    “Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.”
    Robert Brault



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