book quotes

“Sure, I’m sad, but I’m not looking to soothe that sadness by replacing it with a new relationship. Women are allowed to be sad, and they’re allowed to be single, and they don’t need to hear that one day a man is going to make it all go away by telling her she is good enough again. She’s good enough as she is.” – Charlotte Green, Stop Telling Me I’ll Fall in Love“How something was said gradually became more important than how it was said.” – The Other Shore

“And not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived…” – Peter Weir 1989, Dead Poet’s Society

“Not all those who wander are lost” – J.R.R. Tolkien, All That is Gold Does Not Glitter

 “I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” – Steven Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower 

“For all men tragically great are made so through a certain morbidness. Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but a disease.” – Herman Melville, Mobu Dick

“When we think of the past it’s the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.” – Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“But how can you be my life-long friend, except you strive with me towards the great object of my life.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Blithedale Romance

“I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.” – Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“I feel like a big faker because I’ve been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.” – Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.” – T.S. Eliot, Burnt Norton

“Things are generally unremarkable at first glance, until we take the time (until we learn) to appreciate and value it. And then suddenly, it’s something beautiful, something special.” – Henry David Thoreau, Walden

“She did not like admiration—her beauty bored her and all that men say of beauty, and she wanted only to be like other people, insignificant.” – Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“A mans religion is one thing, and this practical world is quite another.” – Herman Melville, Moby Dick

“They [women] are always happier than male creatures,” said I.
“You must correct that opinion… did you ever see a happy woman in your life? How can she be happy, after discovering that fate has assigned her but one single event, which she must contrive to make the substance of her whole life? A man has his choice of innumerable events.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Blithedale Romance

“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” – Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into the Good Night

“The Christ in their own hearts is weaker than the Christ in the word of other Christians. Their own hearts are uncertain; those of their brothers and sisters are sure. At the same time, this also clarifies that the goal of all Christian community is to encounter one another as bringers of the message of salvation.” — Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Life Togethe

“Allow her to retain that flower of purity, which should distinguish her in your eyes from every other woman.” – Margaret Fuller, Woman in the Nineteenth Century

“When a life is over,
the one you were living for,
where do you go?” – Anne Sexton, Killing the Love

“I find now, swallowing one teaspoon
of pain, that it drops downward
to the past where it mixes
with last year’s cupful
and downward into a decade’s quart
and downward into a lifetime’s ocean.
I alternate treading water
and deadman’s float” – Anne Sexton, The Big Boots of Pain

“Each day demands we create our whole world over,
disguising the constant horror in a coat
of many-colored fictions.” – Sylvia Plath, The Tale of a Tub

“What if God didn’t design marriage to be ‘easier’? What if God had an end in mind that went beyond our happiness, our comfort, and our desire to be infatuated and happy as if the world were a perfect place? What if God designed marriage to make us holy more than to make us happy?” – Gary Thomas, Sacred Marraige

“You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.” – Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.” – Gregory Galloway, As Simple As Snow

“A day will come when because he is so near to us, all our doubt, unbelief, and sins will be burned away by the light of his presence. With that day in view, we can persevere in our struggle on this day.” – Elise M. Fitzpatrick, Because He Loves Me

“Wisdom is not the purchase of a day, and it is no wonder that we should err at the first setting off.” – Thomas Paine, Common Sense

“I have heard it asserted by some that… the same connections is necessary towards her future happiness, and will always have the same effect. Nothing can be more fallacious. We may as well assert that because a child has thrived upon milk, that is never to have meat, or that the first twenty years of our lives is to become the president for the next twenty.” – Thomas Paine, Common Sense

“I wish I had done everything on earth with you.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Under loves heavy burden do I sink.” – William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“And not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived…” – Henry David Thoreau, Walden, Or Life in the Woods

“Tragedy is a foreign country. We don’t know how to talk to the natives.” The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby

“Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies, we are going through hell.” – Carlos William, Howl

“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable.” – C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

“I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.” – Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

“And then, suddenly, something is over.” – Louise Gluck, Poems 1962-2012

“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.” – John Green, Paper Towns

“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s

and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”

because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint

And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went

And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem

And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think

he could reach the kitchen.”

– The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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