“This is the history of fuck you for making me soft, for making me maleable, for doing more than just testing my waters, fuck you for making the oceans of me feel so puddle at the sight of you. This is the history of my mattress, that has seen more mistakes than I am sober enough to remember. This is another man’s neck and your name whispered against it. This is not forgetting. This is trying to. This is not enough ways to give up as I thought there would be, only the one with your caller ID and a hangover. This is the history of love. This is a rare thing, a history written by one who did not win.”—Ramna Safeer, Written by the Winners
“You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.”—Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
“It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.”—Nicholas Sparks
“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.”—Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
“Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.”—Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
It’s your flaws I want to taste.
Your brooked mouth.
The way you smell after being
out all day. Your knees, so eager
to whatever song is playing in
Your chest, as it rises and falls
and rises and falls
on the carpeted ground. Your
sometimes smooth chin.
Your pimpled politeness. Your
Your good morning,
I don’t want to be able to run
my fingers through you easily.
It is no fun writing about
I want to talk about you.
“My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafés where they like me and cafés where they don’t, streets that are friendly, streets that aren’t, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I shall never be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don’t, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won’t, and so on.”—Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
“I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you’ve ever said to me. If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you. You would say it’s too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can’t be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast.”— Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas
“You prefer to think things over all by yourself, and you don’t like people peeping inside your head. Maybe that’s because you’re an only child. You’re used to thinking and acting alone. You figure that as long as you understand something, that’s enough. And that makes me feel afraid. I feel abandoned.”—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I'm upset you post these fucking quotes and take them out of context so that the younger generation can see them and not fully comprehend them.
understandable, but 1) why the rudeness and anonymity 2) we can’t post entire novels or poems and we can’t force “the younger generation” to read entire works in order to understand a quote’s context. just exit this blog and try to live with the fact that the younger generation is so obviously stupid
“If I have learned anything over this last year it’s that you have to live your own life too so that if something we hoped for doesn’t work out, you still have two legs to stand on, you still have your own path.”—T.S. Krupa, Safe & Sound
“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.”—Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers
“You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it…fictionalize it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf—your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in the flight from the real reality.”—John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman
“My heart does not belong to me, nor to anyone else. It declared its
independence from me before it turned into a stone.”—Mahmoud Darwish, excerpt from “From now on you are somebody else” in A River Dies of Thirst
“You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.”—T.S. Eliot, excerpt from “East Coker” in Four Quartets
“What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”—Chester Bennington
“It seemed like you could know me. Like you could understand anything I told you. And the more we spoke, I knew why. The same things excited us. The same things concerned us.”—Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why
“Then the feeling moves on. It does not collapse; it is not whisked away. It simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight.”—Michael Cunningham, The Hours
“Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.”—Charles Bukowski, Post Office
“It was hard to feel the right emotions at the right times. They didn’t come at all when you set a place for them, and they sacked when you weren’t ready, when you were just innocently flossing your teeth, for example, or eating a bowl of cereal.”—Ann Brashares, The Last Summer (Of You and Me)
“People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget… There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.”—Stephen Carpenter, Killer
“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”—Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
“Maybe my expectations were too high. I’m only disappointed because I expected something from them. But the answer was quite simple all along. There’s no such thing as a decent human being in this world. Not a single one.”—Asano Inio, Oyasumi Punpun
“You wanted to write something worthwhile. You wanted to make sense of it all. You wanted to tell the truth. You wanted to understand why you felt like this.
You wanted to know why something in you is not satisfied with dull. Won’t sit still in social settings. Asks the wrong questions. Gets nervous and leaves without explanation. Is always scratching itself and looking away. Takes up too much space. Takes up none. Something in you has feet always half-off the ground. Itching to leave. Planning escape routes. Not fully trusting. Always knowing how much money I have in my account and how far that will get you.”—Lora Mathis, Something In Me
“It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.”—George Harrison