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  • #1
    Lauren Oliver
    “Most things, even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city with a tremor, a tremble, a breath. Music begins with a vibration. The flood that rushed into Portland twenty years ago after nearly two months of straight rain, that hurtled up beyond the labs and damaged more than a thousand houses, swept up tire and trash bags and old, smelly shoes and floated them through the streets like prizes, that left a thin film of green mold behind, a stench of rotting and decay that didn't go away for months, began with a trickle of water, no wider than a finger, lapping up onto the docks. And
    God created the whole universe from an atom no bigger than a thought. Grace's life fell apart because of a single word: sympathizer. My world exploded because of a different word: suicide. Correction: That was the first time my world exploded. The second time my world exploded, it was also because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my throat and danced onto and out of my lips before I could think about it, or stop it. The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.”
    Lauren Oliver, Delirium

  • #2
    Lauren Oliver
    “The whole point of growing up is learning to stay on the laughing side.”
    Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

  • #3
    Sarah Ockler
    “When I kissed Sam, I was so scared of erasing Matt. But now I know that I could never erase him. He'll always be a part of me - just in a different way. Like Sam, making smoothies on the beach two thousand miles away. Like Frankie, my voodoo magic butterfly finding her way back home in the dark. Like the stars, fading with the halo of the vanishing moon. Like the ocean, falling and whispering against the shore. Nothing ever really goes away - it just changes into something else. Something beautiful. ”
    Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer

  • #4
    Sarah Ockler
    “I really don't even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.”
    Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer

  • #5
    Sarah Ockler
    “Sometimes you gotta just take things for what they are and appreciate them, not try to label it or explain it. Explanations take the mystery out of it, you know?”
    Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer

  • #6
    Sarah Ockler
    “Don't move, Anna Reiley. Right now, everything is perfect.”
    Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer

  • #7
    Suzanne Collins
    “You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #8
    Suzanne Collins
    “What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #9
    Suzanne Collins
    “I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock.

    “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

    “I can’t,” he says.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #10
    Suzanne Collins
    “I must have loved you a lot.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #11
    Suzanne Collins
    “That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #12
    Jennifer Donnelly
    “I know it is a bad thing to break a promise, but I think now that it is a worse thing to let a promise break you.”
    Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light

  • #13
    Jennifer Donnelly
    “A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.”
    Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light

  • #14
    Jennifer Donnelly
    “Stop yelling. If everyone’s yelling, no one can be heard.”
    Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution

  • #15
    Jennifer Donnelly
    “The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.”
    Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution

  • #16
    John Green
    “They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #17
    Gayle Forman
    “If you stay, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I'll do that, too. I was talking to Liz and she said maybe coming back to your old life would be too painful, that maybe it'd be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I'd do it. I can lose you like that if I don't lose you today. I'll let you go. If you stay.”
    Gayle Forman, If I Stay

  • #18
    Stephen Chbosky
    “Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Chops"
    because that was the name of his dog

    And that's what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and a gold star
    And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
    and read it to his aunts
    That was the year Father Tracy
    took all the kids to the zoo

    And he let them sing on the bus
    And his little sister was born
    with tiny toenails and no hair
    And his mother and father kissed a lot
    And the girl around the corner sent him a
    Valentine signed with a row of X's

    and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
    And his father always tucked him in bed at night
    And was always there to do it

    Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Autumn"

    because that was the name of the season
    And that's what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and asked him to write more clearly
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because of its new paint

    And the kids told him
    that Father Tracy smoked cigars
    And left butts on the pews
    And sometimes they would burn holes
    That was the year his sister got glasses
    with thick lenses and black frames
    And the girl around the corner laughed

    when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
    And the kids told him why
    his mother and father kissed a lot
    And his father never tucked him in bed at night
    And his father got mad
    when he cried for him to do it.


    Once on a paper torn from his notebook
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
    because that was the question about his girl
    And that's what it was all about
    And his professor gave him an A

    and a strange steady look
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because he never showed her
    That was the year that Father Tracy died
    And he forgot how the end
    of the Apostle's Creed went

    And he caught his sister
    making out on the back porch
    And his mother and father never kissed
    or even talked
    And the girl around the corner
    wore too much makeup
    That made him cough when he kissed her

    but he kissed her anyway
    because that was the thing to do
    And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
    his father snoring soundly

    That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
    he tried another poem

    And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
    Because that's what it was really all about
    And he gave himself an A
    and a slash on each damned wrist
    And he hung it on the bathroom door
    because this time he didn't think

    he could reach the kitchen.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #19
    Stephen Chbosky
    “I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
    tags: moi

  • #20
    Stephen Chbosky
    “It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #21
    Shel Silverstein
    “Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.”
    Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree

  • #22
    Lemony Snicket
    “...you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.”
    Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning

  • #23
    Emily Brontë
    “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
    Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights

  • #24
    Emily Brontë
    “I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #25
    Emily Brontë
    “If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #26
    Emily Brontë
    “May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. "Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. "Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #27
    Emily Brontë
    “I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #28
    Emily Brontë
    “It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.”
    Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

  • #29
    Emily Brontë
    “I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #30
    Emily Brontë
    “Why did you betray your own heart Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. ... You loved me - then what right had you to leave me? Because ... nothing God or satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - oh God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave? [...] I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?”
    Emily Brontë



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