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  • #1
    “Romance has killed more people than Cancer. Ok…maybe not killed but dulled more lives. Removed more hope, sold more medication, caused more tears”
    Anonymous, Diary of an Oxygen Thief

  • #2
    E.E. Cummings
    “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
    I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
    I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
    and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
    higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

    I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #3
    Andrea Gibson
    “For Jenn

    At 12 years old I started bleeding with the moon
    and beating up boys who dreamed of becoming astronauts.
    I fought with my knuckles white as stars,
    and left bruises the shape of Salem.
    There are things we know by heart,
    and things we don't.

    At 13 my friend Jen tried to teach me how to blow rings of smoke.
    I'd watch the nicotine rising from her lips like halos,
    but I could never make dying beautiful.
    The sky didn't fill with colors the night I convinced myself
    veins are kite strings you can only cut free.
    I suppose I love this life,

    in spite of my clenched fist.

    I open my palm and my lifelines look like branches from an Aspen tree,
    and there are songbirds perched on the tips of my fingers,
    and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath
    the first time his fingers touched the keys
    the same way a soldier holds his breath
    the first time his finger clicks the trigger.
    We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

    But my lungs remember
    the day my mother took my hand and placed it on her belly
    and told me the symphony beneath was my baby sister's heartbeat.
    And I knew life would tremble
    like the first tear on a prison guard's hardened cheek,
    like a prayer on a dying man's lips,
    like a vet holding a full bottle of whisky like an empty gun in a war zone…
    just take me just take me

    Sometimes the scales themselves weigh far too much,
    the heaviness of forever balancing blue sky with red blood.
    We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways,
    but you still have to call it a birthday.
    You still have to fall for the prettiest girl on the playground at recess
    and hope she knows you can hit a baseball
    further than any boy in the whole third grade

    and I've been running for home
    through the windpipe of a man who sings
    while his hands playing washboard with a spoon
    on a street corner in New Orleans
    where every boarded up window is still painted with the words
    We're Coming Back
    like a promise to the ocean
    that we will always keep moving towards the music,
    the way Basquait slept in a cardboard box to be closer to the rain.

    Beauty, catch me on your tongue.
    Thunder, clap us open.
    The pupils in our eyes were not born to hide beneath their desks.
    Tonight lay us down to rest in the Arizona desert,
    then wake us washing the feet of pregnant women
    who climbed across the border with their bellies aimed towards the sun.
    I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun.
    I know the heartbeat of his mother.

    Don't cover your ears, Love.
    Don't cover your ears, Life.
    There is a boy writing poems in Central Park
    and as he writes he moves
    and his bones become the bars of Mandela's jail cell stretching apart,
    and there are men playing chess in the December cold
    who can't tell if the breath rising from the board
    is their opponents or their own,
    and there's a woman on the stairwell of the subway
    swearing she can hear Niagara Falls from her rooftop in Brooklyn,
    and I'm remembering how Niagara Falls is a city overrun
    with strip malls and traffic and vendors
    and one incredibly brave river that makes it all worth it.

    Ya'll, I know this world is far from perfect.
    I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.
    I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.
    But every ocean has a shoreline
    and every shoreline has a tide
    that is constantly returning
    to wake the songbirds in our hands,
    to wake the music in our bones,
    to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that brave river
    that has to run through the center of our hearts
    to find its way home.”
    Andrea Gibson

  • #4
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #5
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
    Mahatma Gandhi

  • #6
    Robert Frost
    “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
    Robert Frost

  • #7
    Eleanor Roosevelt
    “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
    Eleanor Roosevelt, This is My Story

  • #8
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #9
    Martin Luther King Jr.
    “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
    Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

  • #10
    John Green
    “The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #11
    John Green
    “Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.”
    John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

  • #12
    John Green
    “Your now is not your forever.”
    John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

  • #13
    John Green
    “We never really talked much or even looked at each other, but it didn't matter because we were looking at the same sky together, which is maybe even more intimate than eye contact anyway. I mean, anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.”
    John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

  • #14
    John Green
    “Anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.”
    John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

  • #15
    John Green
    “You're both the fire and the water that extinguishes it. You're the narrator, the protagonist, and the sidekick. You're the storyteller and the story told. You are somebody's something, but you are also your you.”
    John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

  • #16
    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



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