#quotes from books
“But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.”— Albert Camus, from The Fall
“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”
—Neil Gaiman, The Sandman.
“I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddamit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.”
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
C.S. Lewis
Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory
Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.
David Levithan, Love is the Higher Law
Heroes don’t get happy endings. They give them to other people.
Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart
My mama knew herself, and there’s a fearsome power in that. Knowing exactly who you are and exactly what you’re capable of. Most folks would call it arrogance, I suppose. But most folks are fucking fools.
Jay Kristoff, Empire of the Vampire
It’s wild to miss someone so much, and yet in order to care for them you have to constantly say goodbye.
Elizabeth Acevedo, With the Fire on High
He pretends to be less special than he is because the world has punished him for loving himself.
N.K. Jemisin, The City We Became
The only difference between lying and acting was whether your audience was in on it, but it was all a performance just the same.
Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half
I would have come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.
Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom
Love and madness are two stars in the same sky. You cannot build a roof to keep out last year’s rain.
Alexandra Christo, To Kill a Kingdom
There are moments when we have real fun because, just for the moment, we don’t think about things and then–we remember–and the remembering is worse than thinking of it all the time would have been.
L.M. Montgomery, Rilla of Ingleside
Grief is tricky like that. It can lie low for hours, long enough for magical thinking to take hold. Then, when you’re good and vulnerable, it will leap out at you like a fun-house skeleton, and all the pain you thought was gone comes roaring back.
Riley Sager, Home Before Dark
Hate is loud, but I think you’ll learn it’s because it’s only a few people shouting, desperate to be heard. You might not ever be able to change their minds, but so long as your remember you’re not alone, you will overcome.
T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea
