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  • #1
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Lord help my poor soul.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #2
    Charlaine Harris
    “I don't like having feelings," Eric said coldly, and he left.
    That was a tough exit line to top.”
    Charlaine Harris, Club Dead

  • #3
    Natalie Goldberg
    “I write because I am alone and move through the world alone. No one will know what has passed through me... I write because there are stories that people have forgotten to tell, because I am a woman trying to stand up in my life... I write out of hurt and how to make hurt okay; how to make myself strong and come home, and it may be the only real home I'll ever have.”
    Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within

  • #4
    John Green
    “As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #5
    Marian Keyes
    “Are you close to your family?'

    I considered it. 'Close' was one way of putting it. 'We're close,' I said cautiously. 'But we're very mean to each other. This morning I told my mum that if she didn't stop acting old I was going to lobby for a law on euthanasia, so a bus would come round every Monday morning and take away all the old people who complained that they couldn't hear the telly or see the buttons on their mobile phone or that they had a pain in their hip, and put a bullet in their heads. But we're close.”
    Marian Keyes, The Mystery of Mercy Close

  • #6
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #7
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love-
    I and my Annabel Lee;
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsman came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me-
    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #8
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “We loved with a love that was more than love.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #9
    W.H. Auden
    “He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.”
    W. H. Auden, Collected Poems

  • #10
    Maya Angelou
    “The caged bird sings with a fearful trill,
    of things unknown, but longed for still,
    and his tune is heard on the distant hill,
    for the caged bird sings of freedom.”
    Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

  • #11
    Delia Owens
    “She laughed for his sake, something she’d never done. Giving away another piece of herself just to have someone else.”
    Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing



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