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“In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.”
― Anne Frank

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“Why are you so nice to me?” “Because I’m an angel.” “You are.” He stretched out his arm and patted me on the head. “And I’m platonically in love with you.” “That was literally the boy-girl version of ‘no homo’, but I appreciate the sentiment.” “Can I have my sandwich now?” “Not yet. I don’t think I’ve perfected the crisps to cheese ratio.”
― Alice Oseman, Radio Silence

“So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“There are just some kind of men who-who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“Atticus said no, it wasn’t that sort of thing, that there were other ways of making people into ghosts.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“Oh, I want to hold it all!" she cried. "I want to hold the way the night is—cold without wind. And the way the stars are so near and shiny. I want to hold all of it tight until it hollers out, 'Let me go! Let me go!”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“It's okay if you break my heart”
― Megan Phelps-Roper, Unfollow: A Journey from Hatred to Hope

“What the hell is that?" I laughed.
"It's my fox hat."
"Your fox hat?"
"Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat."
"Why are you wearing your fox hat?" I asked.
"Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“There is no such thing as hell, of course, but if there was, then the sound track to the screaming, the pitchfork action and the infernal wailing of damned souls would be a looped medley of “show tunes” drawn from the annals of musical theater. The complete oeuvre of Lloyd Webber and Rice would be performed, without breaks, on a stage inside the fiery pit, and an audience of sinners would be forced to watch—and listen—for eternity. The very worst among them, the child molesters and the murderous dictators, would have to perform them.”
― Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

“Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

“Christopher Columbus!”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women : Fully Illustrated and Adapted

“Fiddlesticks!”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“What's this? Am I falling? My legs are giving way," thought he, and fell on his back. He opened his eyes, hoping to see how the struggle of the Frenchmen with the gunners ended, whether the red-haired gunner had been killed or not and whether the cannon had been captured or saved. But he saw nothing. Above him there was now nothing but the sky- the lofty sky, not clear yet still immeasurably lofty, with gray clouds gliding slowly across it. "How quiet, peaceful, and solemn; not at all as I ran," thought Prince Andrew- "not as we ran, shouting and fighting, not at all as the gunner and the Frenchman with frightened and angry faces struggled for the mop: how differently do those clouds glide across that lofty infinite sky! How was it I did not see that lofty sky before? And how happy I am to have found it at last! Yes! All is vanity, all falsehood, except that infinite sky. There is nothing, nothing, but that. But even it does not exist, there is nothing but quiet and peace. Thank God!...”
― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

“They say sufferings are misfortunes, but if I was asked whether I would stay as I was before I was taken prisoner, Or go through it all again, I would say, "For God's sake, let me be a prisoner again”.
For me, when our lives are knocked off course, we imagine everything in them is lost. But it is only the start of something new and good. As long as there is life, there is happiness. There is a great deal. A great deal still to come.”
― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

“I was here but now I'm gone
I left my name to carry on
Those who liked me
Liked me well
Those who didn't can go to hell'"
-The bathroom wall”
― E.M. Crane, Skin Deep

“There in the garden in New York, Dad had gathered me in his arms and whispered in my ear.
"All these beautiful colors," he'd said in his lazy way, stubbly cheek pressed to mine.
"Yes" was all I could say.
"If Nature made all these flowers look the same, it would be a boring garden. It's all the different kinds that make it so beautiful."
I had nodded at his solemn face. Before he let go of me, he gave me a soft kiss on the eyebrow.
"Just you remember, people are like that, too. Just like that.”
― E.M. Crane, Skin Deep

“Dead is nothing more than the price we pay for this privilege of having lived at all.”
― E.M. Crane, Skin Deep

“When lightning flashes, I can see a burst of brilliance over the darkness of the world.

Then it goes dark again.”
― E.M. Crane, Skin Deep

“Isn't it a wonderful thing, to be content?”
― E.M. Crane, Skin Deep

“Live like you are extraordinary.
Love like you admire someone's most painful burden.
Breathe like the air is scented with lavender and fire.
See like the droplets of rain are each exquisite.
Laugh like the events of existence are to be cherished.
Imagine like there is magic in you fingertips.
Give freedom to your instincts, to your spirit, to your longing.”
― E.M. Crane

“If you close your emotions off so the bad stuff can't get in. You make it so the good stuff can't get in either.”
― E.M. Crane, Skin Deep

“I guess I think differently than most folks. I think the reason the world is a mystical, enchanting place, is because of the cycle of life. My body will decompose, but maybe some little element of it will be transformed into a particle of dirt, over years and years,and then a glorious flower will be nurtured by this particle of dirt. Then this flower will nourish a random bumblebee, who in turn will be eaten by a raven. So, in some future life, I'll be able to fly. I look forward to that. I've always admired the freedom of birds.”
― E. M. Crane

“I muffle a scream behind my fist.

The dog isn't a dog after all. Not like a terrier, or even like Mrs. Leahy's lab. No. This dog is a horse. It's legs look as thick as my own. It's back is huge and muscular, and then there's this boxy head, on top of a neck as big as my waist.

The dog is brown and white, with odd patches of black fur. When it turns to look at me, it's eyes are masked like a raccoon's. The stripe between it's eyes gets broader at the top of it's head, and there's a brown patch of fur, almost round, at the very center of it's forehead.

"Holy Jesus," I say to the dog.”
― E.M. Crane, Skin Deep

“Atticus, he was real nice."

"Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird