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  • #121
    Neil Gaiman
    “When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn't make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. "It's all right" we whisper, "I'm here, I love you." and we lie: "I'll never leave you." For just a moment or two the darkness doesn't seem so bad.”
    Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman's Midnight Days

  • #122
    Terry Pratchett
    “And what would humans be without love?"
    RARE, said Death.”
    Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

  • #123
    Roy T. Bennett
    “Do Not Lie to Yourself

    We have to be honest about what we want and take risks rather than lie to ourselves and make excuses to stay in our comfort zone.”
    Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

  • #124
    Charles M. Schulz
    “Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, "Is life a multiple choice test or is it a true or false test?" ...Then a voice comes to me out of the dark and says, "We hate to tell you this but life is a thousand word essay.”
    Charles M. Schulz

  • #125
    Kahlil Gibran
    “When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth......

    But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

    Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself."

    But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.”
    Kahlil Gibran, Le Prophète

  • #126
    Douglas Adams
    “You know," said Arthur, "it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young."
    "Why, what did she tell you?"
    "I don't know, I didn't listen.”
    Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

  • #127
    “Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another!”
    Douglas McGrath

  • #128
    Roy T. Bennett
    “When you do the right thing, you get the feeling of peace and serenity associated with it. Do it again and again.”
    Roy T. Bennett

  • #129
    Paulo Coelho
    “I've been in love before, it's like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love."- By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept”
    Paulo Coelho

  • #130
    Roy T. Bennett
    “Do what you love, love what you do, and with all your heart give yourself to it.”
    Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

  • #131
    “There is freedom waiting for you,
    On the breezes of the sky,
    And you ask "What if I fall?"
    Oh but my darling,
    What if you fly?”
    Erin Hanson

  • #132
    Terry Pratchett
    “No! Please! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" the man yelled.
    "Really?" said Vimes. "What's the orbital velocity of the moon?"
    "What?"
    "Oh, you'd like something simpler?”
    Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

  • #133
    Ernest Hemingway
    “But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

  • #134
    Madeline Miller
    “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #135
    Markus Zusak
    “His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #136
    Ayn Rand
    “To say "I love you" one must know first how to say the "I".”
    Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

  • #137
    Rick Riordan
    “Very slowly using two fingers, Annabeth drew her dagger. Instead of dropping it, she tossed it as far as she could into the water.

    Octavian made a squeaking sound. "What was that for? I didn't say toss it! That could've been evidence. Or spoils of war!"

    Annabeth tried for a dumb-blonde smile, like: Oh, silly me. Nobody who knew her would have been fooled. But Octavian seemed to buy it. He huffed in exasperation.

    "You other two..." He pointed his blade a Hazel and Piper. "Put your weapons on the dock. No funny bus--"

    All around the Romans, Charleston Harbor erupted like a Las Vegas fountain putting on a show. When the wall of seawater subsided, the three Romans were in the bay, spluttering and frantically trying to stay afloat in their armor. Percy stood on the dock, holding Annabeth's dagger.

    "You dropped this," he said, totally poker-faced.”
    rick riordan, The Mark of Athena

  • #138
    Lang Leav
    “It happens like this.

    "One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time."

    Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

    -------------------------------------------------

    It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me.
    That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.”
    Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

  • #139
    Neil Gaiman
    “Books were safer than other people anyway.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

  • #140
    Rick Riordan
    “Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up.
    "You're cute when you're worried," she muttered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched together."
    "You are not going to die while I owe you a favor," I said. "Why did you take that knife?"
    "You would've done the same for me."
    It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod.”
    Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

  • #141
    Rick Riordan
    “She raised an eyebrow. "You got something to say to me, Seaweed Brain?"

    You'd probably kick my butt."

    You know I'd kick your butt."

    I brushed the cake off my hands. "When I was at the River Styx, turning invulnerable . . . Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal."

    Annabeth kept her eyes on the horizon. "Yeah?"

    Then up on Olympus," I said, "when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking-"

    Oh, you so wanted to."

    Well, maybe a little. But I didn't, because I thought-I didn't want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking . . ." My throat felt really dry.

    Anyone in particular?" Annabeth asked, her voice soft.

    I looked over and saw that she was trying not to smile.

    You're laughing at me," I complained.

    I am not!"

    You are so not making this easy."

    Then she laughed for real, and she put her hands
    around my neck. "I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.”
    Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

  • #142
    Roy T. Bennett
    “Once you realize you deserve a bright future, letting go of your dark past is the best choice you will ever make.”
    Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

  • #143
    Sarah Dessen
    “All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.”
    Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

  • #144
    Jessica Khoury
    “I twirl away, then back to him, staying on my toes, my hips always lightly rotating. He reacts clumsily at first, but soon the awkwardness fades away and he begins matching my movements, reflecting them in reverse. We dance like this, wrist to wrist, twirl and turn, step for step, for several more minutes. He holds my gaze, our eyes connecting at every turn, anticipating one another’s movements.
    His pulse is so strong against my wrist that it echoes through me, almost like a heartbeat of my own. My skin warms; my breath catches in my throat. I know how closely I dance along the line of destruction, but I cannot pull myself away. He is intoxicating, his force of life an addiction I cannot refuse. I have not felt this alive in centuries, not since you, Habiba, when you taught me the dance of Fahradan. Ours was a dance of giddy laughter, a dance of friends, sisters, a dance of life and youth and hope.
    But this dance is different.
    It is not I but he who entices, reversing the ancient roles of the dance. And I resist because I must, because if I don’t, because if I give in to the all-too-human desires racing through me—then it is Aladdin who will pay the terrible price.
    “Stop.” I drop my wrists and step away, and he does the same, still caught up in mirroring me. Except that he is breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with exertion, his eyes filled with a strange, wondrous, curious look as he stares at me. He moves closer, his eyes fixed on mine, and despite myself I cannot look away.
    Aladdin raises a tentative hand to my cheek. Immobile with both dread and longing, I can only stare up at him, flushing with warmth when he gently runs his hand down the side of my face. I shut my eyes, leaning into his touch just slightly, my stomach leaping. Longing. Wishing.”
    Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish

  • #145
    Jessica Khoury
    “For a moment we are weightless, eyes open and locked underwater, flowers drawn down with us, swirling around us in a current of white bubbles. My hair floats around us both like black silk. His hands are still around my waist, mine pressed against his bare chest. My lamp drifts between us.
    Aladdin plants his feet against the bottom of the pool and kicks off, pushing us upward to burst through the surface. He gasps in air and shakes the wet hair from his eyes. Without pulling away, we float in silence, and I cannot take my gaze from him. Water runs down his cheeks and lips, dripping from his jaw. A lock of his hair is stuck to his forehead, and I gently lift it away, curling it around my finger before letting it go.
    “What are we doing?” he whispers, pulling me closer.
    I cannot reply. I don’t trust my own voice. He brings his forehead down to rest against mine, and everything outside this pool and this moment ceases to exist. All that matters is the gentle sound of our breathing, our reflections on the water, the feel of his hands around me.”
    Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish

  • #146
    Jessica Khoury
    “Wishes are born in the will of men and women, and it is the true and pure source of power all humans hold.”
    Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish

  • #147
    Jessica Khoury
    “My imagination is the most powerful muscle I possess.”
    Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish

  • #148
    Orson Scott Card
    “Ethan Wyeth: I hope you're thirsty."
    Gideon Wyeth:"Why?"
    Ethan: "Cause your dumb and ugly, but I can do something about thirsty.”
    Orson Scott Card

  • #149
    Terry Pratchett
    “The female mind is certainly a devious one, my lord."
    Vetinari looked at his secretary in surprise. "Well, of course it is. It has to deal with the male one.”
    Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals

  • #150
    L.M. Montgomery
    “John Foster says," quoted Valancy, "'If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying.”
    L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle



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