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  • #1
    Malcolm X
    “You're not to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or says it.”
    Malcolm X, By Any Means Necessary

  • #2
    Ann Richards
    “After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.”
    Ann Richards

  • #3
    Winston S. Churchill
    “Tact is the ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip.”
    Winston Churchill

  • #4
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.”
    Gabriel García Márquez

  • #5
    T.H. White
    “She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.”
    T.H. White, The Once and Future King

  • #6
    Ava Gardner
    “God knows I've got so many frailties myself, I ought to be able to understand and forgive them in others. But I don't.”
    Ava Gardner, Ava: My Story

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #8
    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

  • #9
    Sylvia Plath
    “I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #10
    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

  • #11
    Sylvia Plath
    “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.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #12
    Sylvia Plath
    “I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.”
    Sylvia Plath, Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #13
    Sylvia Plath
    “because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #14
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, 'There now, hang on, you'll get over it.' Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, The Bean Trees



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