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• and then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart — john green
• do not mock a pain that you haven’t endured — unkwown
• experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. my god, do you learn. — c.s. lewis
• i no longer pursue happiness, for it alludes me in every occasion. it is as if i'm trying to find something that is invisible, and sometimes i can't help to wonder if i'm the only one who it is oblivious to — dave guerrero
• in mythology and palmistry, the left hand is called the dreamer because the ring finger on the left hand leads directly to the heart. i find it a very poetic idea. and that's why i only wear nail polish on my left ring finger — gloria vanderbilt
• it has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' i do not agree. the wounds remain. in time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. but it is never gone. — rose kennedy
• racism is man's gravest threat to man - the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reason — abraham joshua heschel
• someday, somewhere — anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life. — pablo neruda
• the real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space. // imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring. // this life is what you make it. no matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. but the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. but just remember, some come, some go. the ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. don't let go of them. also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. as for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. and baby, i hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate. you'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? so keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about. — marilyn monroe
• there is a monster in everyone, just waiting for the spark of hatred to manifest — unknown
• there is a sacredness in tears. they are not a mark of weakness, but of power. they speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. they are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love — washington irving
• trace the stars with your fingers in hopes you’ll connect the dots, but don’t get caught in the lines that aren’t really there ‘cause there is life in every breath you take and there is hope with every move you make, and every single mistake you think you’ve made should make you feel alive ‘cause you only have one chance to live in this spec we call life. — john o' callaghan
• watching the hole in the ever-fading light. it’s the size of a baby now, closing all the time. narrower and narrower, until there’s barely room to fit an arm through. i’m thinking about quenching the light before the hole shuts—this is just torture—when a face suddenly appears. it’s bran. the spell has passed and he’s come back. he wants to get through, to be with me. but the hole’s too small. he punches it, pulls at it, slips his fingers into the gap and strains with all his might—but it’s no good. the rock continues to grind together. the hole gets smaller, the width of a finger now. at the last moment, bran presses his mouth up to the hole and roars with raw pain and loss, at the top of his voice, “bec!” it’s the only time he’s ever uttered my name. anyone’s name. his anguished cry stabs at my heart and tears spring to my eyes. i open my mouth to shout his own name back, to offer whatever small shred of comfort i can… but then the rock closes all the way and a fierce rumbling drowns out the echoes of bran’s cry. i stare at the solid rock. my mouth closes. the light fades. darkness. — darren shan
• weakness is what brings ignorance, cheapness, racism, homophobia, desperation, cruelty, brutality, all these things that will keep a society chained to the ground, one foot nailed to the floor — henry rollins
• you are your own poison and antidote. — unkwown