Let’s start with this statistic: You are delicious. Be brave, my sweet. I know you can get lonely. I know you can crave companionship and sex and love so badly that it physically hurts. But I truly believe that the only way you can find out that there’s something better out there is to first… Continue reading Greg Behrendt
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them. — Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper. (Atria April 6, 2004)
That old saying, how you always kill the one you love, well, look, it works both ways. — Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. (W. W. Norton August 17, 1996)
In the space between yes and no, there’s a lifetime. It’s the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it’s the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you’ll tell yourself in the future. ― Jodi Picoult, Change… Continue reading Jodi Picoult
You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams… — Anaïs Nin, Under a Glass Bell (Swallow Press, 1944)
This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time. ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club. Publisher: W. W. Norton (October 17, 2005)
You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. ― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless. (Tor Books; First Edition edition March 29, 2011)
“I’d know you in the dark,” he said. “From a thousand miles away. There’s nothing you could become that I haven’t already fallen in love with.” ― Rainbow Rowell, Attachments. (Dutton, April 14, 2011)
I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles. — Anaïs Nin, House of Incest. (Swallow Press; 1 edition, January 1, 1958) Originally published 1915.
Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let’s even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling. ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita. (Olympia Press 1955)
