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Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like... it's easy to love rain... and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums... and the moon. But with people, seems like love's a hard thing to know. It gets all mixed up. I mean, you can love one person in one way and another person in another way. But how do you know you love the right one in every way?

Billie Letts, Where the Heart Is

The good news is that you already know how to love yourself; you’ve just forgotten. You were actually born in love with yourself; it’s your natural state. Think back to yourself as a little girl, to a moment when you remember being carefree and open to the wonder of the world, a moment when your light was superbright, before anyone told you to dim it down.

Christine Arylo, Madly in Love with ME: The Daring Adventure of Becoming Your Own Best Friend

Тo me, the future doesn’t seem real. It’s just this magical place where I can put my responsibilities so that I don’t have to be scared while hurtling toward failure at eight hundred miles per hour.

Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half: Unfortunate Situations, Flawed Coping Mechanisms, Mayhem, and Other Things That Happened

Feeling sad means having too much time on your hands, usually. Really. I’m not a licensed therapist but usually it means too much time.

Gillian Flynn, The Grownup

It takes a whole lot longer to dispose of a body than to dispose of a soul, especially if you don’t want to leave any evidence of foul play.

Oyinkan Braithwaite, My Sister, the Serial Killer

But if it's something you want, then time doesn't matter. Time doesn't matter at all.

Billie Letts, Where the Heart Is

When you raise girls, you're raising children for strangers.

Maxine Hong Kingston, The Woman Warrior

Take stock of who we are, and what we have, and then use it for good.

Ann Napolitano, Dear Edward

This is encouraging evidence of the power of the environment to influence characteristics like intelligence. Even if traits like intelligence have large genetic determinants, they are still substantially malleable.

Walter Mischel, The Marshmallow Test: Mastering Self-Control

That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through the silent parts.

David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

I had seen beauty, but the beauty had burdened me with responsibility.

Rudolfo Anaya, Bless Me, Ultima

We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

George Orwell, 1984

No one could tell me not to eat an entire cake—not my mom, not Santa, not God—no one. It was my cake and everyone else could go fuck themselves.

Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half

Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed.

Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

NO. No no no. I don't want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It's so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it's the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they're not that important. You know what's important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!

John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

Sometimes a man has to cry. Even if he is a man.

Rudolfo Anaya, Bless Me, Ultima

Is there anything more beautiful than a man with a voice like an ocean?

Oyinkan Braithwaite, My Sister, the Serial Killer

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