scrambled alphabet

a repository of quotes and poems for inspiration, reference, and everything in between.

[unememoire]

For what was a person but the sum of all the scraps of their memory and experience: a finite set of components with an infinite array of expressions.

Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

[unememoire]

Not living your life is just like killing yourself, only it takes longer.

A.S. King, Glory O’Brien’s History of the Future

[unememoire]

Perhaps bravery is simply the face humanity wraps around its collective madness.

Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff, Illuminae

[unememoire]

Miracles are statistical improbabilities. And fate is an illusion humanity uses to comfort itself in the dark. There are no absolutes in life, save death.

Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff, Illuminae

[unememoire]

If it is the definition of insanity to repeat the same process and expect a different outcome, most of humanity must be insane.

Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff, Illuminae

[unememoire]

Jealousy was not a place he was forced into by someone else, but a jail in which the inmate entered voluntarily, locked the door, and threw away the key.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

[unememoire]

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

[unememoire]

We don’t have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.

Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

[unememoire]

The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

[unememoire]

I guess I want to have my own life, too ... I don’t want him to come home from college every weekend that I’m home so we can be together. But I want to be able to go get coffee with him when he’s home from school and hear about his life. I want to text him when I see something that reminds me of him. I want to leave that door cracked open, because what if we do decide we want to walk through it someday?

Emery Lord, Open Road Summer

[unememoire]

I am all bluster—I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

[unememoire]

Perfection exacts a price, but it's the imperfect who pay it.

Margaret Atwood, MaddAddam

[syllablesandsoliloquies]

No relationship can truly grow if you go on holding back. If you remain clever and go on safeguarding and protecting yourself, only personalities meet, and the essential centers remain alone. Then only your mask is related, not you. Whenever such a thing happens, there are four persons in the relationship, not two. Two false persons go on meeting, and the two real persons remain worlds apart.

Osho, Intimacy: Trusting Oneself and the Other  (via jejuned)

[larmoyante]

Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.

Susan Cain, Quiet

[unememoire]

Because once things turned out, good or bad, there’s nothing you can do about it. It just is.

Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

[unememoire]

For the first time, my mother understood how parents lost control . . . Now she did; children betrayed their parents by becoming their own people.

Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

[unememoire]

Finding logic in love proved to be a bit like getting vaccinated for some dread disease: a good idea in the end, but the initial pain certainly wasn’t any fun.

Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender