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05/05/12

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You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.

— Johnny Cash

There are too many ideas and too many people. And too many directions to go. I was starting to believe that the reason it matters to care passionately about something, is that is whittles the world down to a more manageable size.

— , Adaptation

Grief is not a disorder, a disease, or a sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical, and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure to grief is to grieve.

— Earl Grollman

Some people are both healers and harmers— they try to fix everyone they can, but in the end, they have no strength to heal their own selves.

— Franz Kafka

“I know that when I die somebody’s going to sell my flesh on the black market, one of my awful distant relatives. That’s why I smoke and drink, so I taste bitter and no one gets any pleasure out of my death.” She takes a quick drag and says, “Today I’m the butcher, tomorrow I might be the cattle.”

— Agustina Bazterrica, Tender Is the Flesh

People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.

— Isaac Asimov

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.

— Charles Bukowski

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

— Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.

— Mahatma Gandhi

There is an hour, a minute - you will remember it forever - when you know instinctively on the basis of the most inconsequential evidence, that something is wrong. You don't know - can't know - that it is the first of a series of "wrongful" events that will culminate in the utter devastation of your life as you have known it.

— Joyce Carol Oates, A Widow’s Story

But I'll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
You're gonna make me lonesome when you go

— Bob Dylan, You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset.

— S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

I am a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints. I'm frightened by the devil & drawn to those ones that ain't...

— Joni Mitchell, A Case of You

Love what you do and do what you love. Don’t listen to anyone else who tells you not to do it. You do what you want, what you love. Imagination should be the center of your life.

— Ray Bradbury

The things you own end up owning you. It's only after you lose everything that you're free to do anything.

— Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

I understood what shame meant. It was one of the emotions I was in touch with.

— Liz Nugent, Strange Sally Diamond

No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.

— Aristotle

“I hate a thing like death,” Augustus said. “Well, everybody hates it, I expect,” Call said. “One reason I hate it is because it don’t leave you no time to finish conversations,” Gus said.

— Larry McMurtry, Comanche Moon

And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.

— John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Perhaps the eternal chain of being was not a chain at all, but a ring, one life not ending where the other begins but all souls overlapping.

— Lauren Groff, The Vaster Wilds

And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
In yet another clumsy chord
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
This weight will now be satisfied
I'm gonna give you only one reply
I know not who I am

— Bright Eyes, Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh

He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant.

— Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

— Pablo Neruda

The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.

— Steven Erickson, Toll the Hounds

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Then she rose and stared out the open window at the garden in its cloak of fog, feeling the sun go down inside her.

— Lauren Groff, Matrix

If I had six hours to chop down a tree, I'd spend the first four hours sharpening the axe.

— Abraham Lincoln

That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.

— Charles Bukowski

In time, grief becomes a softer ache—a reminder that love once lived here.

— Unknown

People diminish me; the longer I sit and listen to them the more empty I feel but I don't get the idea that they feel empty, I feel that they enjoy the sound from their mouths.

— Charles Bukowski

They were the eyes of a happy woman, a woman around whom storms might blow without ever ruffling the serene core of her being.

— Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

— Truman Capote

In my dreams of this city I am always lost.

— Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

— Charles Bukowski

But trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid pain and trouble. It was a full time job. And sometimes even in sleep you couldn’t rest.

— Charles Bukowski, Pulp

The best argument against democracy is a five minute conversation with the average voter.

— Winston Churchill

That’s what she loves about Motown, the way it asks you to carry sadness and heartbreak but dance while doing so.

— Tommy Orange, There There

My mind is empty, but my heart weighs a thousand pounds.

— Amy Harmon, Where the Lost Wander

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

— Charles Bukowski

That was all a man needed: hope. It was a lack of hope that discouraged a man.

— Charles Bukowski, Factotum

Never be mean in anything. Never be false. Never be cruel. I can always be hopeful of you.

— Barbara Kingsolver, Demon Copperhead

That was the funny thing about death. The wake of its altered mundanities could keep surprising you long after it had swept through.

— Téa Obreht, Inland

I miss him irrationally.

— Kristan Higgins, Catch of the Day

If I saw no humor in my unraveling, I'd have been dead long ago.

— Melissa Broder, Death Valley

Who wouldn’t want to rewrite their past, if it means it will change their future?

— Claire Fuller, Bitter Orange

The world, the girl knew, was worse than savage, the world was unmoved. It did not care, it could not care, what happened to her, not one bit. She was a mote, a speck, a floating windborne fleck of dust.

— Lauren Groff, The Vaster Wilds

Are we ever fully honest with someone else? I don’t mean to suggest outright lies, but do we really express those quieter, deeper feelings? Those amorphous, hazy things, core things that even we struggle to admit to ourselves. Do we share everything?

— John Kenney, I See You’ve Called in Dead

It’s not that I can’t say how I feel. It’s very simple. I miss you. I miss you every day. I miss you very much.

— Sigrid Nunez, The Friend

What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?

— Robert H. Schuller

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