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“If letters had eyebrows, these would be arched.”
― James St. James, Party Monster: A Fabulous But True Tale of Murder in Clubland

“Just spinning around, lost in their own little world. Doing so much, accomplishing so little. How sad.”
― James St. James, Party Monster: A Fabulous But True Tale of Murder in Clubland

“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“Sleep felt productive. Something was getting sorted out. I knew in my heart—this was, perhaps, the only thing my heart knew back then—that when I'd slept enough, I'd be okay. I'd be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“He had retreated into a silent movie of his own making and I was watching from the anonymous remove of a theater seat. He was flickering, growing distant, fading like the '82 Latour.”
― Rex Pickett, Sideways

“Properly read, the Bible is the most potent force for atheism ever conceived.”
― Isaac Asimov

“A writer is a world trapped in a person.”
― Victor Hugo

“Ethan,” he supplies, and his dazzling smile punches me right in the vagina. “Ethan Thomas.”
― Christina Lauren, The Unhoneymooners

“Linus sighed. “I’m not trying to argue with you on this.” Arthur nodded. “Of course not. Because if we were arguing, it would mean that we were both so set in our ways, we weren’t amenable to seeing it from another side. And I know I’m not that stubborn.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“But if Adam wanted me, there were others who would want me, maybe many others, even some who didn’t read Bukowski.”
― Melissa Broder, The Pisces

“In my head I just kept saying, Shut up, shut up! I wanted to say, Don't you know I am dying?
But even in my dying I couldn't be mean to him for fear that he would think I was a bitch. Why did I even care what he thought? Was my death that unimportant? How could I prioritize the feelings of this vacant, mustached kid over my own-me, who was probably dying?”
― Melissa Broder, The Pisces

“Og ég upphóf örvæntingarfulla leit með inndreginn magann og spurningin sem suðaði fyrir eyrum mér dag og nótt var: Vill hann mig? Aldrei: Vil ég hann?”
― Auður Haralds, Hvunndagshetjan: þrjár öruggar aðferðir til að eignast óskilgetin börn

“Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs?”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“I know there may be universes out there where I made different choices and they led me somewhere else, led me to someone else. And my heart breaks for every single version of me that didn't end up with you.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Maybe in Another Life

“Grumpy. Angry. Stupid. How long since last sleep, question?”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

“The silence diffused outwards into the air; spreading and congealing into an ugly and uneven thickness, stagnant like algae forming on a late-summer pond.”
― Elif Shafak, 10 Minutes 38 Seconds in This Strange World

“Grief is a swallow,' he said. 'One day you wake up and you think it's gone, but it's only migrated to some other place, warming its feathers. Sooner or later, it will return and perch in your heart again.”
― Elif Shafak, 10 Minutes 38 Seconds in This Strange World

“i have never known anything more quietly loud than anxiety”
― Rupi Kaur, Home Body

“i will never have
this version of me again
let me slow down
and be with her
- always evolving”
― Rupi Kaur, Home Body

“i'm tired of being disappointed
in the home that keeps me alive
i'm exhausted by the energy it takes
to hate myself
- i'm putting the hate down”
― Rupi Kaur, Home Body

“What, am I supposed to feel guilty?" I say.

He looks confused. "Guilty?"

"That I feel fine for once? That I'm not limping and moaning around? Dragging my leg like Briana? Lying on the floor, crying into my ears when everyone else around me rolls their eyes? I'm supposed to feel bad that I'm better now? I'm supposed to cry over a little cut. To what? To make you feel like I'm not a monster. I need to perform my little bit of pain for you so you'll know I'm human?"

"Miranda, I didn't mean—"

"But not too much pain, am I right? Not too much, never too much. If it was too much, you wouldn't know what to do with me, would you? Too much would make you uncomfortable. Bored. My crying would leave a bad taste. That would just be bad theater, wouldn't it? A bad show. You want a good show. They all do. A few pretty tears on my cheeks that you can brush away. Just a delicate little bit of ouch so you know there's someone in there. So you don't get too scared of me, am I right? So you know I'm still a vulnerable thing. That I can be brought down if need be.”
― Mona Awad, All's Well

“Maybe that's why he can handle the public affection. Maybe, like me, when we're together he feels like no one else is there, like they're phantoms we dreamed up as set dressing.”
― Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation

“I like how in the end, it seems like it's actually a hard decision for some people. There will be two or three contestants they feel a strong connection with, and it doesn't come down to choosing the strongest one. Instead, it's like... you're watching them choose a life.
And that's how it is in real life too. You can love someone and still know the future you'd have with them wouldn't work for you, or for them, or maybe even for both of you. [...]
You watch someone date all these people, and you see how different they are with each of them, and then you watch them choose. Some people choose the person they have the best chemistry with, or that they have the most fun with, and some choose the one they think will make an amazing father, or who they've felt safe opening up to. It's fascinating. How so much of love is about who you are with someone.”
― Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation

“It’s not your job to make me happy, okay? You can’t make anyone happy. I’m happy just because you exist, and that’s as much of my happiness as you have control over.”
― Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation

“I've always felt like once someone sees me deep down, that's it. There's something ugly in there, or unlovable, and you're the only person who's ever made me feel like I'm okay.”
― Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation

“Fullorðin börn alkóhólista elska pottaplöntur. Þeim finnst svo notaleg þessi þrúgandi nærvera þessara lífvera sem segja aldrei hvað þær vilja en allir þurfa að standa og sitja eins og þeim hentar. Stundum vilja þær meiri birtu, stundum meiri vökva, ekki of mikinn samt og svo framvegis. En samt segja þær aldrei hvað þær vilja. Allir þurfa að giska á hvað þær vilja og ef það tekst ekki að giska á það rétta þá tortíma þær sér bara.
Venjulegt fólk sem kann að setja mörk segir bara: „Nei, andskotinn sjálfur! You do you baby, en ég tek ekki þátt í þessu bulli. Ekki á mínu heimili!”
― Kamilla Einarsdóttir, Tilfinningar eru fyrir aumingja