“I love the way music inside a car makes you feel invisible; if you plan the stereo at max volume, it’s almost like the other people can’t see into your vehicle. It tints your windows, somehow.”— Chuck Klosterman, amazon.com
“Night is beautiful when you are happy—comforting when you are in grief—terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.”— L. M. Montgomery, amazon.com
“If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.”— Edgar Allan Poe, goodreads.com
“And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. That a creature like you exists in my world.”— Nicole Torres, ntorres-writtenemotions.tumblr.com
“I’ve waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are. I’ve waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are.”— Patrick Rothfuss, amazon.com
“If you’re angry, you don’t have to write a poem dealing with the cause of your anger. But it needs to be an angry poem. So go ahead… write one. I know you’re at least a little bit angry with me. And when you’re done with your poem, decipher it as if you’d just found it printed in a textbook and know…”— Jay Asher, amazon.com
“He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest.”— W. H. Auden, amazon.com
“I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.”— Richard Siken, amazon.com
“If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.”— Edgar Allan Poe, goodreads.com
“What is human existence? It turns out it’s pretty simple: We are dead stars, looking back up at the sky.”— Michelle Thaller, yesmagazine.org
“The secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at nighttime, filling the darkness with perfume.”— Fumiko Enchi, amazon.com
“You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. That the brightest flame burns quickest. Which means you saw us as a candle. And I saw us as the sun.”— Iain Thomas, amazon.com
“This day last year, how time moves and what it brings! So cold and stormy, and yet such gleams of peace and light making the darkness stranger and more dreary. How will it end for me?”— Beatrix Potter, amazon.com
“Oh what we could be if we stopped carrying the remains of who we were.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, amazon.com
“On your face there is something like the promise of a storm: one day passion will burn it to the bone.”— Jean-Paul Sartre, amazon.com