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Life was neither something you defended by hiding nor surrendered calmly on other people's terms, but something you lived bravely, out in the open, and that if you had to lose it, you should lose it on your own terms.
Edwidge Danticat, The Dew Breaker
In this moment that blooms and fades as it passes, he is enough, and all is well in the world.
Lauren Groff, Arcadia
As long as you are dreaming, there is always a way out.
Paul Auster, Oracle Night
That the world I was in could be soft, lovely, and nourishing was more than I could bear, and so I stood there and wept, for I didn't want to love one more thing that could make my heart break into a million little pieces at my feet.
Jamaica Kincaid, Lucy
Live long enough and you'll disappoint everyone. People think you're able to help them and usually you can't. And so it becomes a process of choosing the one or two people you try hardest not to disappoint. The person in my life I am determined not to disappoint is you.
Dave Eggers, A Hologram for the King
Each word he said was boring, but collectively the melody of them lulled me. I tried to resist, but just the weight of him, in pounds and ounces, was a relief.
Miranda July, The First Bad Man
She remembered one of her boyfriends asking, offhandedly, how many books she read in a year. "A few hundred," she said. "How do you have the time?" he asked, gobsmacked. She narrowed her eyes and considered the array of potential answers in front of her. Because I don't spend hours flipping through cable complaining there's nothing on? Because my entire Sunday is not eaten up with pre-game, in-game, and post-game talking heads? Because I do not spend every night drinking overpriced beer and engaging in dick-swinging contests with the other financirati? Because when I am waiting in line, at the gym, on the train, eating lunch, I am not complaining about the wait/staring into space/admiring myself in reflective surfaces? I am reading! "I don't know," she said, shrugging.
Eleanor Brown, The Weird Sisters
You're like a grey sky. You're beautiful, even though you don't want to be.
Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes
Charles Dickens said, It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens the temper—so cry away.
Jan Karon, Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good
Who's the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who's horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?
Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger
I am the sole author of the dictionary that defines me.
Zadie Smith, NW
Intellectual discourse and investigation is admittedly great fun but only truly meaningful when conducted in the service of others.
Sergio De La Pava, A Naked Singularity
The biggest difference between boy and girls is how people treat them.
I.W. Gregorio, None of the Above
And maybe this was what craziness was: an emergency valve to relieve the pressure of unbearable anxiety.
Jonathan Franzen, Purity
Most people’s lives aren’t stories. This should have been obvious to me before now, but in my current state of mind it hits me pretty hard.
Maggie Mitchell, Pretty Is
Maybe this was the quiet before the real fucking quiet.
Ben Marcus, The Flame Alphabet
I used to think that loving somebody meant sacrificing anything for them. I thought it meant writing them a blank cheque. I thought it meant that you would die without each other. But it turns out that death and a broken heart are not he same. These days, I think that love is not so dramatic as all that. Maybe loving somebody means simply they bring out the best in you, and you bring out the best in them - so that together, you are always the best possible versions of yourselves.
Leila Sales, Tonight the Streets Are Ours