“Our passions are, in truth, like the phoenix. When the old one burns away, the new one rises out of its ashes at once.”— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, amazon.com
“Live like nature. Explode slowly, day by day, from the center outwards. You won’t notice how brightly you burn or how big you’ve grown until you look back. And then you will be amazed.”— pleasefindthis (Iain Thomas), amazon.com
“I will tell you what she was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.”— Angela Carter, amazon.com
“A book is simply the container of an idea like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.”— Angela Carter, amazon.com
“Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.”— Marjorie Celona, amazon.com
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.”— Maya Angelou, facebook.com
“I am not a book that can be read, but rather an unending series of novels.”— Lynette Simeone, wnq-writers.com
“Something in my soul was rising, rising, ceaselessly, painfully, and refused to be still.”— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, amazon.com
“People only get really interesting when they start to rattle the bars of their cages.”— Alain de Botton, amazon.com
“People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.”— Kathleen Winter, amazon.com
“Our deeply unequal society is not the result of a bunch of bad guys. We don't have a President Snow. Or, we do have a President Snow, but he's not a person. The thing that causes inequality isn't some corrupt politician, it's not a bunch of psychopathic CEOs. Inequality is caused by human nature, ps…”— Hank Green, youtube.com
“You know how when you’re in a car and it’s pouring down rain, you go under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then you finally get from under the bridge, and everything hits you a litter harder than before. You were my bridge.”— Anonymous, lavenderrd.tumblr.com