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  • #1
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “I felt like I was some kind of primitive spring-loaded machine, placed under far more tension than it had ever been built to sustain, about to blast apart at great danger to anyone standing nearby. I imagined my body parts flying off my torso in order to escape the volcanic core of unhappiness that had become: me.”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

  • #2
    C. JoyBell C.
    “The dance between darkness and light will always remain— the stars and the moon will always need the darkness to be seen, the darkness will just not be worth having without the moon and the stars.”
    C. JoyBell C.

  • #3
    Steve Maraboli
    “You have had a dream for so many years. Let today be the day you make a plan for it. Just think about how much more likely you are to hit your target when you finally aim at it.”
    Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

  • #4
    George Carlin
    “It was my uncle who taught me about the birds and the bees. He sat me down one day and said, 'Remember this, George, the birds fuck the bees.' Then he told me he once banged a girl so hard her freckles came off.”
    George Carlin, Brain Droppings

  • #5
    Muriel Barbery
    “We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.”
    Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

  • #6
    “On Broad Street, ravens

    lurk on the Divine Lorraine Hotel as if to say
    Always a corpse flower, never a bride.”
    Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

  • #7
    Boria Sax
    “It is possible that the city of London was initially named for ravens or a raven-deity. According to the Oxford Companion to the English Language, the designation comes from “Londinium,” a Romanized version of an earlier Celtic name. But the word closely resembles “Lugdunum,” the Roman name for both the city of Lyon in France and Leiden in the Netherlands. That Roman name, in turn, was derived from the Celtic “Lugdon,” which meant, literally, “hill, or town, of the god Lugh” or, alternatively, “…of ravens.” The site of Lyon was initially chosen for a town when a flock of ravens, avatars of the god, settled there. Whether or not “Lugdunum” was the origin of “London,” ravens were important for inhabitants of Britain for both practical and religious reasons.”
    Boria Sax, City of Ravens: The Extraordinary History of London, its Tower and Its Famous Ravens

  • #8
    Sara  Stark
    “Instead it yanks on a worm wiggling in the loosened soil. Its feathers shimmer in the morning sunlight, a malignant green on black as it tosses its beak back, devouring the worm, and then it cocks its head to stare at her, its eyes funereal and questioning.”
    Sara Stark, An Untold Want

  • #9
    H.S. Crow
    “Let my sight end. Let the dark tides of Nyx ebb away beneath the white sands of null. Let our pale mother spread once more!”
    H.S. Crow, Lunora and the Monster King

  • #10
    Ana Claudia Antunes
    “Life is like a little book written
    With a whole lot of surprise.
    Spell a word that doesn´t fit in
    And that´s a spell in desguise.”
    Ana Claudia Antunes, The Witches Of Avignon

  • #11
    Leah Remini
    “By their actions, they will show you who they are.”
    Leah Remini, Troublemaker: Surviving Hollywood and Scientology

  • #12
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.”
    Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

  • #13
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Deep in earth my love is lying
    And I must weep alone.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #14
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”
    Rumi

  • #15
    William Shakespeare
    “Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #16
    Gabrielle Zevin
    “Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.
    Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
    that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook
    your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.”
    Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac

  • #17
    Dorothy Parker
    Inventory:

    "Four be the things I am wiser to know:
    Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
    Four be the things I'd been better without:
    Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
    Three be the things I shall never attain:
    Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
    Three be the things I shall have till I die:
    Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.”
    Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker

  • #18
    Jandy Nelson
    “grief is a house
    where the chairs
    have forgotten how to hold us
    the mirrors how to reflect us
    the walls how to contain us

    grief is a house that disappears
    each time someone knocks at the door
    or rings the bell
    a house that blows into the air
    at the slightest gust
    that buries itself deep in the ground
    while everyone is sleeping

    grief is a house where no one can protect you
    where the younger sister
    will grow older than the older one
    where the doors
    no longer let you in
    or out”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #19
    Mary Oliver
    “The Uses Of Sorrow

    (In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

    Someone I loved once gave me
    a box full of darkness.

    It took me years to understand
    that this, too, was a gift.”
    Mary Oliver, Thirst

  • #20
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
    “Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up”
    Ralph Waldo Emerson

  • #21
    “I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.”
    Jenny Downham, Before I Die

  • #22
    Stephen        King
    “But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.”
    Stephen King, Carrie

  • #23
    Kahlil Gibran
    “When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
    Kahlil Gibran

  • #24
    C. JoyBell C.
    “People where I live are born in cradles, then grow up in boxes, then die in coffins. From cradle to coffin--they exist in boxes. And they wish that I join them, sometimes they try, but then I bite their fingers off.”
    C. JoyBell C.

  • #26
    “For every evil under the sun,
    There is a remedy, or there is none.
    If there be one, try and find it;
    If there be none, never mind it.”
    Mother Goose Rhymes, Mother Goose Rhy Color

  • #27
    Criss Jami
    “Of all individuals, the hated, the shunned, and the peculiar are arguably most themselves. They wear no masks whatsoever in order to be accepted and liked; they do seem most guarded, but only by their own hands: as compared to the populace, they are naked.”
    Criss Jami, Healology

  • #28
    “What happens when you drop all the belief, all the opinions, and all the judgment? Wouldn't that be a form of nudity as well?”
    Neeraj Agnihotri

  • #29
    June Jordan
    “When we heard about the hippies, the barely more than boys and girls who decided to try something different ... we laughed at them. We condemned them, our children, for seeking a different future. We hated them for their flowers, for their love, and for their unmistakable rejection of every hideous, mistaken compromise that we had made throughout our hollow, money-bitten, frightened, adult lives”
    June Jordan, Passion

  • #30
    “In reality punk people are usually the gentlest, kindest folks you'll ever know. They're like hippies, only they wear way more black.”
    Kate Rockland, Falling Is Like This

  • #31
    Tommy  Walker
    “When the hippie era ended and the hangover began, as idealism gives way to disillusionment, the hair of the marchers and street-dancers kept getting longer, and soon it began to tangle. Free love deteriorated into loveless promiscuity, our great electric Kool-Aid acid test churned out an entire generation of burnt-out old relics, and the hair, once a symbol of freedom, became symbolic of the new face of prison, a lawlessness which taken to its logical extreme would imprison all of society as our growing criminal element took to the streets.”
    Tommy Walker, Monstrous: The Autobiography of a Serial Killer but for the Grace of God



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