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“It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.”
― Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage

“We're all golden sunflowers inside.”
― allen ginsberg

“I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.”
― Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems, 1937-1952

“I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.”
― Allen Ginsberg

“Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels.”
― Allen Ginsberg

“In the Desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;

“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”
― Stephen Crane, The Black Riders and Other Lines

“A Man Said to the Universe

A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
― Stephen Crane, War Is Kind and Other Poems

“XXIV

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never-"

"You lie" he cried
And ran on.”
― Stephen Crane

“A serious prophet upon predicting a flood should be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that he was indeed a seer.”
― Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage

“You get so frightfully hungry as soon as you learn that there are no more meals coming.”
― Stephen Crane, The Third Violet

“He had performed his mistakes in the dark, so he was still a man.”
― Stephen Crane

“Whereupon she went to work, having the feminine aversion of going to hell.”
― Stephen Crane, Maggie - A Girl of the Streets: Tale of New York

“a flower knows, when its butterfly will return,
and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;
but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,
when I don't know, if you will ever come back.”
― Sanober Khan

“who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
( and if you and I should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves”
― e.e. cummings, Collected Poems

“Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed King;”
― William Shakespeare, Richard II

“A man’s friendships are one of the best measures of his worth”
― Charles Darwin

“The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven. Quieter and yet more quiet grew the sea, quiet as the soft mist that brooded on her bosom, and covered up her troubling, as in our tempestuous life the transitory wreaths of sleep brook upon a pain-racked soul, causing it to forget its sorrow. From the east to the west sped those angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light from breast and wing. On they sped out of the darkness, perfect, glorious; on, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them; over those who slept in peace and those who woke in sorrow; over the evil and the good; over the living and the dead; over the wide world and all that breathes or as breathed thereon.”
― H. Rider Haggard, She

“This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea--if you gazed intently enough you could see them skip from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad collar of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out and would eventually be a dazzling sunset.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers

“Moon and Sea

You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:
The tide of hope swells high within my breast,
And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrest
When your fond eyes smile near in perigee.
But when that loving face is turned from me,
Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear,
And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear.
You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.”
― Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“Hence, in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea”
― William Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

“To be remembered is, I think, a basic human right. Not one that occurs to a person when it is there, but like a parched throat in a desert when it is gone.”
― Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale

“Desperation does not breed empathy or clear thinking.”
― Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale

“Fear is a reasonable response to life.”
― Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale

“We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art,” she said, to whoever was listening. “Like it is a statement of quality rather than a description. Art doesn’t mean good or bad. Art only means art. It can be terrible and still be art. Freedom can be good or bad too. There can be terrible freedom.”
― Joseph Fink, Alice Isn't Dead

“I am glad I met you,' they said. 'I think I loved you. I don’t know if I can feel something as uncomplicated as love anymore. But I know that there are moments I’m still experiencing in which I love you. I don’t think you will see me again. But know that I am always seeing you, at every moment we had together, forever.”
― Joseph Fink, Alice Isn't Dead

“All luck runs out eventually. Otherwise it wouldn’t be luck.”
― Joseph Fink, Alice Isn't Dead

“It had never occurred to her that God would cry, but of course that was wrong. God would be crying all the time. He would cry and cry and never stop.”
― Justin Cronin, The Passage

“Grief was a place, Sara understood, where a person went alone.”
― Justin Cronin, The Passage

“Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.”
― Justin Cronin, The Passage

“If you place your head in a lion's mouth, then you cannot complain one day if he happens to bite it off.”
― Agatha Christie