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  • #1
    Bill Watterson
    “Reality continues to ruin my life.”
    Bill Watterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes

  • #2
    Kendare Blake
    “She's my purpose and we're going to save each other. We're going to save everyone. And then I'm going to convince her that she's supposed to stay here. With me.”
    Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood

  • #3
    I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control
    “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #4
    Marilyn Monroe
    “If you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #5
    Marilyn Monroe
    “She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that’s important—you know ”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #6
    J.K. Rowling
    “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #7
    W.C. Fields
    “I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally. ”
    W.C. Fields

  • #8
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
    Mahatma Gandhi

  • #9
    William W. Purkey
    “You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
    Love like you'll never be hurt,
    Sing like there's nobody listening,
    And live like it's heaven on earth.”
    William W. Purkey

  • #10
    Mae West
    “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”
    Mae West

  • #11
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #12
    Bob Marley
    “Who are you to judge the life I live?
    I know I'm not perfect
    -and I don't live to be-
    but before you start pointing fingers...
    make sure you hands are clean!”
    Bob Marley

  • #13
    Jimi Hendrix
    “I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.”
    Jimi Hendrix, The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Axis: Bold as Love | Guitar TAB Sheet Music Collection | Note-for-Note Transcriptions for Electric Guitar Players | Classic Psychedelic Rock Solos

  • #14
    We read to know we're not alone.
    “We read to know we're not alone.”
    William Nicholson, Shadowlands: A Play

  • #15
    Albert Einstein
    “If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #16
    Groucho Marx
    “I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.”
    Groucho Marx

  • #17
    Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.
    “Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
    Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

  • #18
    Ilona Andrews
    “It’s your duty as my best friend to be outraged with me.”
    “I’m outraged!” I snarled. “That bastard!”
    “Thank you,” Andrea said.”
    Ilona Andrews, Magic Slays

  • #19
    I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
    “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #20
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I missed you every hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I'd catch myself just walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I'd seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I'd realize that you weren't there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me. I've risked my life for you. I've walked half the length of Ravka for you, and I'd do it again and again and again just to be with you, just to starve with you and freeze with you and hear you complain about hard cheese every day. So don't tell me why we don't belong together," he said fiercely.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone
    tags: mal

  • #21
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I'm not like you, Mal. I never really fit in the way you did. I never really belonged anywhere."
    "You belonged with me.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

  • #22
    Leigh Bardugo
    “It's probably for the best, I told myself. How would I have said goodbye to Mal anyway? Thanks for being my best friend and making my life bearable. Oh, and sorry I fell in love with you for a while there. Make sure to write!
    'What are you smiling at?'
    I whirled, peering into the gloom. The Darkling's voice seemed to float out of the shadows. He walked down to the stream, crouching on the bank to splash water on his face and through his dark hair.
    'Well?' he asked, looking up at me.
    'Myself,' I admitted.
    'Are you that funny?'
    'I'm hilarious.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

  • #23
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I hate hiding how much the stupid things he did hurt me, but I hated the idea of him finding out even more.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

  • #24
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I told him the story of the day I'd been mending pottery with one of the maids in the kitchen at Keramzin, waiting for him to return from one of the hunting trips that had taken him from home more and more frequently. I'd been fifteen, standing at the counter, vainly trying to glue together the jagged pieces of a blue cup. When I saw him crossing the fields, I ran to the doorway and waved. He caught sight of me and broke into a jog.
    I had crossed the yard to him slowly, watching him draw closer, baffled by the way my heart was skittering around in my chest. Then he'd picked me up and swung me in a circle, and I'd clung to him, breathing in his sweet, familiar smell, shocked by how much I'd missed him. Dimly, I'd been aware that I still had a shard of that blue cup in my hand, that it was digging into my palm, but I didn't want to let go.
    When he finally set me down and ambled off into the kitchen to find his lunch, I had stood there, my palm dripping in blood, my head still spinning, knowing that everything had changed.
    Ana Kuya had scolded me for getting blood on the clean kitchen floor. She'd bandaged my hand and told me it would heal. But I knew it would just go on hurting.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

  • #25
    Leigh Bardugo
    “The Darkling slumped back in his chair. “Fine,” he said with a weary shrug. “Make me your villain.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

  • #26
    Ray Bradbury
    “If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”
    Ray Bradbury

  • #27
    Anaïs Nin
    “You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
    Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934



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