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The more obscure our tastes, the greater the proof of our genius.

If you wait for someone else to make things better, you'll be waiting a very long time

Wounds can heal if you pull the thorns out.

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No. I meant stay with me today. And tomorrow. And every day after.

It was an amazing feeling, to succeed at something. It was a new feeling for her
part happiness, part pride
and she relished it.

Love is not for cowards.

It's all about the pain, isn't it?

I'm not crazy; I'm curious.

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.

Sometimes you have to do wrong to do right.

Lots of things are true. Doesn't mean you have to go around saying them.

When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.

Lots of things are impossible," she said softly. "Until they're not.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

There is only one thing I fear now-love. For I have seen it and I have felt it and I know that it is love, not death, that undoes us.

I'd wish you good luck, but you won't need it. You get to write your own story now. Nothing's luckier than that.

If you're going to bury the past, bury it deep, girl. Shallow Graves always give up their dead.

Her fear was strong, but her need for the truth was stronger.

History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.

Sometimes, when you catch someone unaware at just the right time and in just the right light, you can catch sight of what they will be.

The thing is, you can't ever really know how rotten someone will turn out to be.

Mirrors only show us what we are. Books show us what we can be.

History is fiction.

Voice, according to Miss Wilcox, is not just the sound that comes from your throat but the feeling that comes from your words

The truth costs.
Lies cost more.

She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.

But words are more powerful than anything.

Death wounds only is you let her.

Yet I had such joy from the words.

Most of the mess that is called history comes about because kings and presidents cannot be satisfied with a nice chicken and a good loaf of bread.

One must always steer clear of men who sweat when it isn't warm.

Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

Why is it, she wondered now, that boys get to do things and be things and girls only get to watch?

I'm safer with the Tailor and Pretty Will and every thief and cutthroat in the bend than I am with Miss Josephine Montfort of Gramecy Park.

You, on the other hand, wish to know things. And no one can forgive a girl for that.

Belle saw now that his gruff, sometimes-frightening exterior masked a kind and loyal heart.

Love isn't idiotic. It's hard and messy, confusing and wonderful. But to love and be loved... that's all that matters.

To have a purpose in life
what does that feel like?

For I have seen it and I have felt it and it is love, not death, that undoes us.

Maybe his quietness masked a great and boiling soul.

Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.

A heart is made of proteins built by amino acids, animated by electrical impulses.

Maximilien R. Peters! Incorruptible, ineluctable, and indestructable! It's time to start a revolution, baby

He was a flame and she'd gotten burned, and the pain was terrible, yet it didn't make the fire any less alluring.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine ...

The truth is usually inappropriate.

We never know who we are... until we're tested

Keep being the author of your own story. Never let anyone else write it for you again.

Good warrior knows when to lose a battle so she can live to fight the war.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

on a boat, the better.

The day you stop dreaming you might as well take yourself down to the undertaker's, for you're as good as dead.

Men are the weak ones, luv. Didn't you know? Oh, you make a lot of noise, but its the women who are strong. Where it counts. In 'ere,

Asking questions, demanding explanations - these things always led to trouble

She'd long ago learned that only those with something to lose were afraid of dying.

I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

Isn't that what a good story does? It pulls you in and never lets you go.

And Robespierre, the Incorruptible, who loved us so much he cut off our heads so we would not be troubled by too many thoughts.

Turn away. From the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and look at the light.

I'M SO GLAD you're not dumb, Yaz," Neela said. Yazeed shot her a sidelong glace. "I thought you were going to say dead." "That, too.

We woke as if from a nightmare only to find that the ugly are still not beautiful and the dull still do not sparkle.

Funny, 'ow you can 'old a jewel in your 'and, and toss it away, and not even know what you 'ad until it's gone.

Never take what's offered, always ask for more.

Who needs make-believe monsters when there are so many real ones.

If only she could be bold enough, and brave enough, to claim the things she wanted: love, a purpose, a life. But could she be?

You are a ghost. Almost gone. Come back to us.

People drink more when they're sad.

Sadness enfolded her like a long black cape. p. 4

It is hope, not despair, that undoes us all.

I struggled for a long time to get anything published.

Why do you always want to read about other people's lives, Matt? Ain't your own good enough for you

Volnero as the new ruler of Ondalina or Miromara obliterates our entire realm. I will advise Ragnar to accept her terms.

His arms around her felt like nothing she'd ever known and everything she'd ever wanted.

Ambition and poverty are powerful motivators ...

Her eyes drank in the colors of home - the soft gray of an arctic gull's wing. The clear blue heart of an ice floe.

Only the Hopeless love God.
Because God may love us, but the devil takes an interest.

Becoming a parent changed you forever, as nothing else could. p. 368

We're not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.

It's only the body that's gone. Only the body. There's a part that doesn't go in the ground, a part that stays inside you forever.

Murder is not a suitable topic of conversation for a young lady.

Weaver always says freedom is like Sloan's Liniment, always promising more than it delivers.

Had you but seen it, I promise you, your high-minded principles would have melted like candle wax. Never would you have wished such beauty away.

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.

There is an advantage to be found in most everything that happens to you, even if it is not immediately apparent.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.

Difficulties are things that show people what they are.

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The greenest of pastures are right here on earth.

I know it is a bad thing to break a promise, but I think now that it is a worse thing to let a promise break you.

Because nothing is more dangerous than hope

My choice", he'd whispered, taking her hand. "Mine. Not theirs.

Bravery is feeling fear but doing the thing anyway.

Only education can empty the workhouses and prisons, the slums and rookeries.

Life can be so difficult, and stories help us escape those difficulties. It's all right to lose yourself in one

I lift my face to the night sky.
It's still dark.
But I can see the stars.

Cripes Miss Wilcox, they're not guns,' I said.
No, they're not Mattie, they're books. And a hundred times more dangerous.

Stop yelling. If everyone's yelling, no one can be heard.

I was agitated something fierce.

Life ends. But love? Love lives forever.