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“I miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. The only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It's like discovering a great hole in the ground. To begin with, you forget it's there and keep falling in. After a while, it's still there, but you learn to walk round it.”
― Rachel Joyce, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
― Bernard M. Baruch

“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

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
― Albert Camus

“If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
― Mark Twain

“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou

“Beauty is not always pretty.”
― Jennifer Donnelly, Stepsister

“Isabelle heard another voice: the old merchant’s voice. He had done the same thing to her. He’d called her ugly. Defined her before she ever had a chance to define herself. In the space of a moment, he’d decided everything she was and ever would be. But now Isabelle saw something she’d never seen before—that the merchant hadn’t acted alone. He’d had an accomplice—she, herself. She’d listened to him. She’d believed him. She’d let him tell her who she was. And after him, Maman, suitors, the grand duke, Cecile, the baker’s wife, the villagers of Saint-Michel. “They cut away pieces of me,” she whispered in the darkness. “But I handed them the knife.”
― Jennifer Donnelly, Stepsister