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@quote-collections
We do not get to choose when in our lives we feel pain. It comes when it comes, and we try to remember, even though we cannot imagine a day when it will release its hold on us, that all pain fades. All misery passes. Humanity is drawn to light, not darkness.
Chain of Gold, Cassandra Clare
if people were rain, I was the drizzle and she was a hurricane
Miles “Pudge” Halter (Looking for Alaska by John Green)
I think where there has been love, there will always be embers, as the remains of a bonfire outlast the flame.
Lord of Shadows, Cassandra Clare
There was an exquisite pain in watching that, more than there would have been in seeing them passionately embracing. After all, when you were dying of thirst, it was a sip of water you dreamed about, not the whole reservoir.
The Dark Artifices, Cassandra Clare
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream that dreamers dreamed- Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There's never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.") Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek- And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! of take the pay! Of owning everything for one's own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean- Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today-O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt the dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That's made America the land it has become. O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home- For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore, And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa's strand I came To build a "homeland of the free." The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we've dreamed And all the songs we've sung And all the hopes we've held And all the flags we've hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay- Except the dream that's almost dead today. O, let America be America again- The land that never has been yet- And yet must be - the land where every man is free. The land that's mine - the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME- Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again, America! O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath- America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain- All, all the stretch of these great green states- And make America again!
Let America Be America Again, Langston Hughes
Yes, it would always make her happy to see that hat. He had become himself then, he had laughed then. They had been alone together. Always she would like that hat.
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Not for weeks had they laughed like this together, poking fun privately like married people. What she meant was that if Mrs. Filmer had come in, or Mrs. Peters or anybody they would not have understood what she and Septimus were laughing at.
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
But for herself she had done nothing wrong; she had loved Septimus; she had been happy; she had had a beautiful home, and there her sisters lived still, making hats. Why should she suffer?
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Two people, companions, they can prevail together against the terror.
Gilgamesh Tablets IV and V, ii by David Ferry
That's the thing, isn't it? About friendships. You don't know what he needs. You only know he needs it.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Part One, by J. K. Rowling
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true death.
Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare
And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shattered.
Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare
And if there were two things he believed were limitless, it was love and imagination.
Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare
Every story is a love story.
-Malcolm Fade ("Lady Midnight" by Cassandra Clare
If you don't like my story, write your own
Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
He has put a knife on the things that held us together and we have fallen apart.
Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
Life can't be cured, but it can be managed.
It’s Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini