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  • #1
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
    L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl

  • #2
    Richard Bach
    “When you have come to the edge of all the light you have
    And step into the darkness of the unknown
    Believe that one of the two will happen to you
    Either you'll find something solid to stand on
    Or you'll be taught how to fly!”
    Richard Bach

  • #3
    John Green
    “I want to leave a mark.

    But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #4
    J.M. Barrie
    “The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”
    J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan

  • #5
    J.M. Barrie
    “Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning. ”
    J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

  • #6
    J.M. Barrie
    “She asked where he lived.

    Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.”
    J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

  • #7
    Jack Kerouac
    “What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #8
    Jack Kerouac
    “I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #9
    Hermann Hesse
    “There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.”
    Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

  • #10
    Jack Kerouac
    “Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #11
    Jack Kerouac
    “because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars...”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #12
    Jack Kerouac
    “Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #13
    Jack Kerouac
    “Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.'
    'Where we going, man?'
    'I don't know but we gotta go.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #15
    Charles Bukowski
    “Do you hate people?”

    “I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
    Charles Bukowski, Barfly

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “there are worse things
    than being alone
    but it often takes
    decades to realize this
    and most often when you do
    it's too late
    and there's nothing worse
    than too late”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #17
    Charles Bukowski
    “Some lose all mind and become soul,insane.
    some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual.
    some lose both and become accepted”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #19
    Charles Bukowski
    “being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #20
    Charles Bukowski
    “A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a place in the heart that
    will never be filled

    a space

    and even during the
    best moments
    and
    the greatest times
    times

    we will know it

    we will know it
    more than
    ever

    there is a place in the heart that
    will never be filled
    and

    we will wait
    and
    wait

    in that space.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
    but I'm too tough for him,
    I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #23
    Charles Bukowski
    “We are
    Born like this
    Into this
    Into these carefully mad wars
    Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
    Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
    Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
    Born into this
    Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
    Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
    Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
    Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #24
    Albert Camus
    “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
    Albert Camus

  • #25
    Albert Camus
    “Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.”
    Albert Camus

  • #26
    Albert Camus
    “I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.”
    Albert Camus, The Stranger

  • #27
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.”
    Jean-Paul Sartre , Nausea

  • #28
    Ray Bradbury
    “Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #29
    Ray Bradbury
    “I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #30
    Ray Bradbury
    “Why aren't you in school? I see you every day wandering around."
    "Oh, they don't miss me," she said. "I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it? Social to me means talking to you about things like this." She rattled some chestnuts that had fallen off the tree in the front yard. "Or talking about how strange the world is. Being with people is nice. But I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you? An hour of TV class, an hour of basketball or baseball or running, another hour of transcription history or painting pictures, and more sports, but do you know, we never ask questions, or at least most don't; they just run the answers at you, bing, bing, bing, and us sitting there for four more hours of film-teacher. That's not social to me at all. It's a lot of funnels and lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not. They run us so ragged by the end of the day we can't do anything but go to bed or head for a Fun Park to bully people around, break windowpanes in the Window Smasher place or wreck cars in the Car Wrecker place with the big steel ball. Or go out in the cars and race on the streets, trying to see how close you can get to lampposts, playing 'chicken' and 'knock hubcaps.' I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays?”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451



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