“That happens when you’ve loved someone for so long that you don’t know what to call that feeling anymore. How big, how beautiful.” – Kati Yewell

“The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.” ― Carson McCullers

“The future is already here, it’s just unevenly distributed.” –William Gibson

“She had stepped out of her life.  If she’d known how easy it was she would have done it long ago.” -Kate Atkinson

“Have we just faced the crude, saw-teethed reality we have been trying desperately to hide from sheltered by shanty quasy-philosophical explanations reserved for middle-class postcolnialists? Why don’t we have children by now, why are we not earning a living by exploiting somebody, or being exploited ourselves and what are searching for far away from home?” – Roaming Snails

“Regimes like the Iranian or the Turkmen are striking because of their old-fashioned ways of control. They lack the finesse of other governments around the world and look ridiculously prominent in their crudeness. But digging a bit deeper into the broader political picture of our time, we remember how we simply try to forget in our daily life how much we are naively unaware of the surveillance and control imposed on us. Is it so truly democratic that in many places around the world people are allowed to mock at and protest against governments and institutions as long as that does not threaten their mighty rule? Don’t all regimes, regardless of whether labeled free or tyrannical, have their money-loundring ‘Awaza’ schemes? And don’t they all try to filter and control the number of ‘dangerous’ foreigners on their territory, with ridiculous movement restrictions that render people “legal” or “illegal” in a discriminatory manner.  And maybe many Turkmeni believe in the good-will of the president, but how many admire the humanity of Obama, trust their goodwilling kings or simply give away their power to those who store it and misuse it in their name?” – Roaming Snails

“How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn’t become?” – Doc Luben

“Perhaps one day, tired of circling the world, I’ll return to Argentina and settle in the Andean lakes, if not indefinitely then at least for a pause while I shift from one understanding of the world to another.” – Che Guerva

“I have arrived. I am home. My destination is in each step.”  – Thich Nhat Han

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” – Annie Dillard

“When Tibor died, the world came to an end. And the world did not come to an end. That is something you learn.” – Maria Kalman

“Perhaps we wouldn’t talk so much nonsense, tell so many lies, if we knew that they were echoing throughout the cosmos?” – Wislawa Szymborska

“‘I think that one of these days,’ he said, ‘you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there. But immediately. You can’t afford to lose a minute. Not you.'” -J.D. Salinger

“So everything is necessary. Every last thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hidden from us you see. The joinery. The ways in which the world is made.” – Cormac McCarthy

“We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to lift out nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.” -Martin Luther King

“It is said — here, now — that one of the great markers of spiritual kinship is a love for the same poetry. For if two souls are equally moved by the same pulsating constellation of metaphor and meaning, they are not only bound by a common language and a shared sensibility but also exist in the same dimension of truth and possibility. Poetry, after all, is the ultimate meeting place.” – Maria Popova

““Life While-You-Wait” — a bittersweet ode to life’s string of unrepeatable moments, each the final point in a fractal decision tree of what-ifs that add up to our destiny, and a gentle invitation to soften the edges of the heart as we meet ourselves along the continuum of our becoming.” – Maria Popova

“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.” – Edward Abbey

“Whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done” – Wislawa Szymborska

“She said ‘good light’ like there was some other kind” – Chris Dombrowski

“‘Sex’ doesn’t sell. Erosion of female self esteem does. The feeling of superiority over women does. Turning women into ‘things’ to be studied, scrutinized & judged and then calling it ‘sex’ does.” – Sadiqa Thornton

“I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.”- Ralph Waldo Emerson

“And that was the difference between me and the black-haired girl – her face answered all its own questions.” –Emma Cline, The Girls

“I felt that submerged attraction to her that everyone felt for the beautiful.” –Emma Cline, The Girls

“Trying so hard to slur the rough, disappointing edges of boys into the shape of someone we could love.” –Emma Cline, The Girls

“There wasn’t a frightening gap between the life she was living and the way she thought about that life, the dark ravine I often sensed in Suzanne, and maybe in my own life as well . . . I mean that we didn’t quite believe it was enough, what we were offered, and Tamar seemed to accept the world happily, as an end point.” –Emma Cline, The Girls

“I started to ask myself: Who would I be if I didn’t live in a world that hated women? I’ve been unable to come up with a satisfactory answer, but I did realize I’ve long been mourning this version of myself that never existed.” -Jessica Valenti Sex Object

“Some days simply lay on you like stones.” -Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“It makes us realize that when it comes to the wrenching suffering and shattering beauty of growing up, in all senses of growing up, not much has changed at all.” -Sophia Laurenzi

“Levin felt, withdrew behind the screen, and put out the candle, but for a long while he could not sleep. The question how to live had hardly begun to grow a little clearer to him, when a new, insoluble question presented itself – death.” – Leo Tolstoy

“The landowner unmistakably spoke his own individual thought – a thing that very rarely happens – and a thought to which he had been brought not by a desire of finding some exercise for an idle brain, but a thought which had grown up out of the conditions of his life, which he had brooded over in the solitude of his village, and had considered in every aspect.” – Leo Tolstoy

“Kitty did in fact conceal her new views and feelings from her mother. She concealed them not because she did not respect or did not love her mother, but simply because she was her mother.” – Leo Tolstoy

“Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky” -Bob Dylan

“I think it’s all a lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.” – Jack Kerouac

“I felt I was a blank being called upon to enjoy the ecstasy of the endless truebody.” – Jack Kerouac

“Who were all these strange ghosts rooted on the silly little adventure of earth with me?” – Jack Kerouac

“The children I was has been left behind. Those who first loved me have gone on without me. Where they were a door has been left open upon a solitude.”  -Robert Duncan

“I see her remembering, clutching tightly in her hand some object, some bit of herself that she has had to part with in order to live in the present. I see her examining each hope to see if it has been fulfilled, if the promises have been kept.” – bell hooks

“It is painful to accept fully the simple fact that one begins from where one is.”- Saul Alinsky

“Excuse me while I kiss the sky” – Jimi Hendrix

“We are too much for ourselves — in our hungers and our desires, in our griefs and our commitments, in our loves and our hates — because we are unable to include so much of what we feel in the picture we have of ourselves. The whole idea of ourselves as excessive exposes how determined we are to have the wrong picture of what we are like, of how fanatically ignorant we are about ourselves.” – Adam Philips

“Because underneath all of this is the real truth we have been avoiding: climate change isn’t an “issue” to add to the list of things to worry about, next to health care and taxes. It is a civilization wake-up call. A powerful message – spoken in the language of fires, floods, droughts, and extinctions – telling us that we need an entirely new economic model and a new way of sharing this planet. Telling us that we need to evolve.” – Namoi Klein

“When you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You’re your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too – leave them behind. You don’t yet know about the habit they have, of coming back.” – Margaret Atwood

“The Picture is of happiness, the story not. Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there’s no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It’s loos and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road.” – Margaret Atwood

“But there was a tomorrow, there was nothing but a tomorrow. It was yesterday that had vanished.” – Margaret Atwood

“I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside of me.” – Haruki Murakami

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds – but I think of you always in those intervals.” – Salvador Plascencia

“When cynicism becomes the default language, playfulness and invention become impossible. Cynicism scours through a culture like bleach, wiping out millions of small, seedling ideas. Cynicism means your automatic answer becomes “No.” Cynicism means you presume everything will end in disappointment.

And this is, ultimately, why anyone becomes cynical. Because they are scared of disappointment. Because they are scared someone will take advantage of them. Because they are fearful their innocence will be used against them — that when they run around gleefully trying to cram the whole world in their mouth, someone will try to poison them.” – Caitlan Moran

“The deepest irony about the young being cynical is that they are the ones that need to move, and dance, and trust the most. They need to cartwheel though a freshly burst galaxy of still-forming but glowing ideas, never scared to say “Yes! Why not!”.” – Caitlan Moran

“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of the print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.” – Margaret Atwood

“But the fact is, memories are not fixed forever in bodies any more than in buildings or meteors. They exist to fill the vessels we assign to them, and when a man like Dr. Cottier passes, all the memories, all the knowledge, all the soul, for lack of a better word, flows out into the world and fills the vessels of every person he touched. Every sharpie, every shovel, every trowel, every dollar I find because I still look at the ground wherever I walk, every smirk that wrinkles your lips when you hear someone complain about the heat, each of these holds a little piece of that spirit. So, pick it up. Put it in a little ziploc bag. Label it immediately with provenance and file it in a box with all the countless others. Then maybe someday, someone will open a box, sit down and start sorting, trying to understand the whole picture from the parts, the whole, original vessel, from the shards. That’s how he taught us to rebuild the past, isn’t it?  How appropriate that we do the same so that we may remember him. Rest in Peace Dr. Cottier, my professor, my mentor, the last American silverback, and beloved friend.” – about my professor, by whom I do not know

“Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination.” – Jeanette Winterson

“Everything seems so little from up here, except from love – love is gigantic, marvelous and so, so simple that I’m about to burst out laughing.” – Elisa

“Revulsion from everything, perhaps. From the stupid democrats, who were so incompetent, or lazy, or quarrelsome, that they couldn’t see danger until it swallowed them up. From the stupid fascists, who bullied and murdered. From the stupid Communists, with their obsessive hates, their blind obedience. Revulsion from all of them. Many men have felt it. Complete disillusion, bitterness, contempt. Life is absurd, meaningless.” – Helen Macinnes

“There is a fullness to a person that is gigantic and nuanced and indefinable. It was equally impossible to be a hero or a devil. I couldn’t be contained by a single word.” – Colin Beavan

“I wait. I compose myself. My self is a thing I must now compose, as one composes a speech. What I must present is a made thing, not something born.” -Margaret Atwood

“But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.” -Margaret Atwood

“How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all. What an available temptation.” – Margaret Atwood

“As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and, try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our own day.” – Margaret Atwood

“All that time I had spent readying myself, the articles that taught me life was really just a waiting room until someone noticed you – the boys had spent that time becoming themselves.” – Emma Cline

“Upset by the two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvelous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending to all of them they leave Macondo, that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, . . . and that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.” -Gabriel García Márquez

“Having words for these forms makes the differences between them so much more obvious. With words at your disposal, you can see more clearly. Finding the words is another step in learning to see.” – Susan Sontag

“It’s never been more asked of us to show up as only slices of ourselves in different places.” – Courtney Martin

“Superficial to understand the journal as just a receptacle for one’s private, secret thoughts—like a confidante who is deaf, dumb, and illiterate. In the journal I do not just express myself more openly than I could do to any person; I create myself. The journal is a vehicle for my sense of selfhood. It represents me as emotionally and spiritually independent. Therefore (alas) it does not simply record my actual, daily life but rather — in many cases — offers an alternative to it.” – Susan Sontag

“I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many [people] there are in me.” – Anais Nin

“Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other.” – Richard Siken

“This transient quality is also a characteristic of ourselves.” -Dalai Lama/Nicholas Vreeland

“He thought about that hug often, and each time he did he had the sensation of a wall crumbling.” – Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

“The breaking of so great a thing                                                                                                                                          should make a great crack.” – William Shakespeare

“And suddenly there is a great split between now and then, and I wonder where the world where that day happened has gone, because we are not in it.” – Jesmyn Ward