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“...Time does not heal,
It makes a half-stitched scar
That can be broken and again you feel
Grief as total as in its first hour.
-Elizabeth Jennings”
― Kay Redfield Jamison, Night Falls Fast: Understanding Suicide

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”
― Stephen King

“My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I'm not formed by things that are of myself alone. I wear my father's belt tied around my mother's blouse, and shoes which are from my uncle. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free.”
― India Stoker

“Freedom without any purpose feels a whole lot like boredom.”
― ASANO INIO

“I have no idea what to do with myself. And while I wait for my epiphany, I feel the toxins collecting in my body.”
― Inio Asano

“The older I get, the more I believe that the greatest kindness is acceptance.”
― Christina Baker Kline, A Piece of the World

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
― Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
― Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

“I think reading is a gift. It was a gift that was given to me as a child by many people, and now as an adult and a writer, I'm trying to give a little of it back to others. It's one of the greatest pleasures I know.”
― Ann M. Martin

“I’m afraid I’ll be a book that no one reads. Music that no one listens to anymore. I’m afraid I’ll be abandoned like a movie playing in an empty theater.”
― Tablo

“It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.”
― Tablo, Pieces of You

“Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness.

Everything passes.

That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell.

Everything passes.”
― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

“To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.”
― Madonna

“Depression, for instance, doesn’t feel like this sterile hospital waiting room word: depression. It feels like my insides are turning gray, which makes the trees turn gray, which makes all life turn gray, which is the color we all turn eventually because everything leads to nothingness.”
― Rachel Bloom, I Want to Be Where the Normal People Are

“You can't go back and change the beginning but you can start where you are and change the ending.”
― C.S. Lewis

“The only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

“Write the kind of story you would like to read. People will give you all sorts of advice about writing, but if you are not writing something you like, no one else will like it either.”
― Meg Cabot

“All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“It doesn't matter," she finally said. "Fuck her all you want. Fuck her while the bunnies watch." He looked at her then, surprised. He hadn't realized she knew about the bunnies.
Something shifted inside of her and knocked her anger loose. It felt good---really good---to be furious, to be in a murderous mood. She saw colors differently and her body temperature rose. In that moment, Jane couldn't feel anything else---not sadness or jealousy or doubt. Only full-throated rage and a rush of empathy for Left Eye Lopes, who she saw now had been deeply misunderstood.
"Jane, come on," Mike said.
They pulled up to the restaurant. They were supposed to go inside and discuss things, sit calmly and talk about their feelings. Jane put both of her hands on the dashboard as if she were bracing for impact and screamed, "Bunny fucker," so loudly that her chest hurt. Then she straightened up and said, "Take me home."
Mike drove with caution, coming to complete stops and using his turn signal as if sudden movements would make things worse. He was scared of her and that made her happy.
"Go pay Amy," she said. "And then put the kids to bed. I'm going for a walk."
Mike sat there, his mouth open.”
― Jennifer Close, Marrying the Ketchups

“Ideas are like fish. If you want to catch little fish, you can stay in the shallow water. But if you want to catch the big fish, you’ve got to go deeper. Down deep, the fish are more powerful and more pure.They’re huge and abstract. And they’re very beautiful.”
― David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity

“There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything is a self-potrait. Everything is a diary.”
― Chuck Palahniuk

“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Steve Jobs

“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”
― Steve Jobs

“Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How do be brave

How can I love when I'm afraid

To fall

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt

Suddenly goes away somehow


One step closer


I have died everyday

waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a

Thousand years

I'll love you for a

Thousand more


Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything
Take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath,
Every hour has come to this



One step closer



I have died everyday

Waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a

Thousand years

I'll love you for a
Thousand more


And all along I believed

I would find you

Time has brought

Your heart to me

I have loved you for a
Thousand years

I'll love you for a

Thousand more


One step closer


One step closer



I have died everyday

Waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid,

I have loved you for a

Thousand years

I'll love you for a

Thousand more


And all along I believed

I would find you

Time has brought
Your heart to me

I have loved you for a

Thousand years

I'll love you for a
Thousand more”
― Christina Perri