My desire to learn caught fire once adults stopped forcing me to sit in a classroom.

- David Perrel

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I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills.

But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.

Khaled Hosseini - The Kite Runner

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Rebellion is as much of a cage as obedience is. They both mean living in reaction to someone else’s way instead of forging your own. Freedom is not being for or against an ideal, but creating your own existence from scratch.

Glennon Doyle, Untamed


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So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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Time can be a greedy thing-sometimes it steals the details for itself.

Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

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You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them. —Maya Angelou

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Something else is hurting you—that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

— Charles Bukowski

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I wonder how much of what weighs me down is not mine to carry.

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“But one had to go back to the beginning of things, always. Trace the thread of life – find the knot – untangle it.”

— Martha Ostenso

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It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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Tish is sensitive, and that is her superpower. The opposite of sensitive is not brave. It’s not brave to refuse to pay attention, to refuse to notice, to refuse to feel and know and imagine. The opposite of sensitive is insensitive, and that’s no badge of honor.

Glennon Doyle, Untamed

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I hope there are days when your coffee tastes like magic, your playlist makes you dance, strangers make you smile, and the night sky touches your soul. I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.

- Brooke Hampton

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My perfect storm was nothing permanent. But of course it's far from the last storm I'll face. There will be many more. The key is building fires where you can. Warm yourself up as you wait for the tempest to pass. These fires, the routines, habits, relationships, and coping mechanisms you built, help you to look at the rain and see fertilizer instead of a flood. If you want the lushest green of life and you do, the grey is part of the natural cycle. You are not flawed. You're a human. You have gifts to share with the world and when the darkness comes, when you're fighting the demons, just remember. I'm right there fighting with you. You're not alone. The gems I found were forged in the struggle.

Never, ever give up.

Tim Ferriss


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But...as bad as it was, I learned something about myself. That I could go through something like that and survive. I mean, I know it could have been worse--a lot worse-- but for me, it was all I could have handled at the time. And I learned from it.

Nicholas Sparks, Dear John

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We are mosaics - pieces of light, love, history, stars -- glued together with magic and music and words.

Anita Krishan

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What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.

Hanya Yanagihara

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Compassion is knowing our darkness enough so we can sit in the dark with others.

Pema Chödrön

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But part of surviving is being able to move on.

― Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds

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I wince now at the words I said in the past to grieving friends. "Find peace in your memories," I used to say. To have love snatched from you, especially unexpectedly, and then to be told to turn to memories. Rather than succor, my memories bring eloquent stabs of pain that say, "This is what you will never again have.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief


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