"Sometimes people hurt more than they can handle… And sometimes they don’t know how to ask for help. They’re so caught up in their own pain, they end up hurting everyone around them."
"A house without books is like a room without windows.
"You can decorate absence however you want - but you’re still gonna feel what’s missing."
"You can’t turn love on and off like a light switch, no matter how hard you try. All you can do is wall it off, one brick at a time, until you’ve created an impenetrable fortress around your emotions. And once that fortress is built, you camouflage it so well that even you can’t see it anymore."
"I live through risk. Without risk there is no art. You should always be on the edge of a cliff about to fall down and break your neck."
"This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely."
"We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, ‘I survived’."
"It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you."
"But how could you live and have no story to tell?"
List of Words To Know #2
- Redamancy - the act of loving in return
- Lypophrenia - a feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause
- Drapetomania - an overwhelming urge to run away
- Escapism - a mental desire to retreat from unpleasant realities through fantasy
- Wanderlust - a desire to travel, to understand one’s very existence
- Dysania - the state of finding it difficult to get out of bed in the morning
- Sanctuary - a small safe place in a troubling world
- Metathesiophobia - fear of change
- Affinity - spontaneous or natural liking or sympathy for someone or something
- Pulchritudinous - having great physical beauty
Of course it’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well
"Sometimes I don’t even know if I’m extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you."
"People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them."
"You’re something between a dream and a miracle."
"That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.
"Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting."
"Oh, my dear, relations are like drugs - useful sometimes, and even pleasant, if taken in small quantities and seldom, but dreadfully pernicious on the whole, and the truly wise avoid them."
"What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?"
Suicide is a form of murder - premeditated murder. It isn’t something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind."
"Everyone is messed up in their own way. The funny part is we all don’t want anyone else to know, so we work so hard to hide it."
Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end."
"We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better."
"Sometimes I get so caught up in my own problems that I forget how amazing the world is."
"If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me."
"The size of your body is just right. The only question is whether you’re big enough inside."
You look like the type of person who would criticize a misspelling in a suicide note.
dmit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others."
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