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The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship)
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Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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To define is to limit.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human faceβfor ever.
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George Orwell (1984)
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Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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sometimes you don't need a goal in life, you don't need to know the big picture. you just need to know what you're going to do next!
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Sophie Kinsella (The Undomestic Goddess)
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A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.
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Mitch Albom (For One More Day)
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When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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There are no bad pictures; that's just how your face looks sometimes.
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Abraham Lincoln
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You don't make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.
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Ansel Adams
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Never marry at all, Dorian. Men marry because they are tired, women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall, the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.
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Jandy Nelson (I'll Give You the Sun)
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What of Art?
-It is a malady.
--Love?
-An Illusion.
--Religion?
-The fashionable substitute for Belief.
--You are a sceptic.
-Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith.
--What are you?
-To define is to limit.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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There are different kinds of darkness,β Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. βThere is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.β I pictured each. βThere is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2))
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Some things are more precious because they don't last long.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
'Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before.
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Shel Silverstein
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Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
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J.D. Salinger
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A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
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Leopold Stokowski
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A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.
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Diane Arbus
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Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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The whole of life is just like watching a film. Only it's as though you always get in ten minutes after the big picture has started, and no-one will tell you the plot, so you have to work it out all yourself from the clues.
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Terry Pratchett (Moving Pictures (Discworld, #10; Industrial Revolution, #1))
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Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now. Which is not at all.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Fallen Angels (The Mortal Instruments, #4))
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You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of it all your life.
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Donna Tartt (The Goldfinch)
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I didnβt want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didnβt know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and Iβd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
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Sylvia Plath
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Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Iβm never wearing them," Ron was saying stubbornly. "Never."
"Fine," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh.
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J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Harry Potter, #4))
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They were all brilliant. They wrote books and painted pictures, and if they ever stopped talking, which I was sure they would never do, they planned to change the world.
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Gloria Whelan (Listening for Lions)
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Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.
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P.C. Cast (Betrayed (House of Night, #2))
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These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.
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Cassandra Clare (Lady Midnight (The Dark Artifices, #1))
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It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out.
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C.S. Lewis (The Screwtape Letters)
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Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.
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Marc Riboud
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You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.
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Isaac Marion (Warm Bodies (Warm Bodies, #1))
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There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.
Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is by far the best ending for one.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.
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Gillian Flynn (Dark Places)
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It is with the reading of books the same as with looking at pictures; one must, without doubt, without hesitations, with assurance, admire what is beautiful.
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Vincent van Gogh
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Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen.
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Richelle Mead (The Indigo Spell (Bloodlines, #3))
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I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating ... but there are other ways to understanding.
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Patrick Rothfuss (The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1))
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There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.
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Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)
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Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.
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Maggie Stiefvater (Shiver (The Wolves of Mercy Falls, #1))
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Words and pictures are yin and yang. Married, they produce a progeny more interesting than either parent.
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Dr. Seuss
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The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.
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Patrick Rothfuss (The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1))
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You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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...inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.
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Terry Pratchett (Moving Pictures (Discworld, #10; Industrial Revolution, #1))
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Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning... Face it, friend. He is crazy about you!
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Max Lucado
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In the dictionary, next to the word stress, there is a picture of a midsize mutant stuck inside a dog crate, wondering if her destiny is to be killed or to save the world. Okay, not really. But there should be.
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James Patterson (The Angel Experiment (Maximum Ride, #1))
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There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible...
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Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)
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A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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There are no coincidences in life. What person that wandered in and out of your life was there for some purpose, even if they caused you harm. Sometimes, it doesnβt make sense the short periods of time we get with people, or the outcomes from their choices. However, if you turn it over to God he promises that you will see the big picture in the hereafter. Nothing is too small to be a mistake.
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Shannon L. Alder
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Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.
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George Orwell (1984)
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We believe the one who has power. He is the one who gets to write the story. So when you study history, you must ask yourself, Whose story am I missing? Whose voice was suppressed so that this voice could come forth? Once you have figured that out, you must find that story too. From there you get a clearer, yet still imperfect, picture.
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Yaa Gyasi (Homegoing)
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All art is quite useless.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imaginationβwhich is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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The truth of course is that if people really were as happy as they look on the Internet, they wouldnβt spend so much damn time on the Internet, because no one whoβs having a really good day spends half of it taking pictures of themselves. Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, thatβs probably because itβs full of shit.
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Fredrik Backman (Anxious People)
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I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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You like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every one.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Beware the irrational, however seductive. Shun the 'transcendent' and all who invite you to subordinate or annihilate yourself. Distrust compassion; prefer dignity for yourself and others. Don't be afraid to be thought arrogant or selfish. Picture all experts as if they were mammals. Never be a spectator of unfairness or stupidity. Seek out argument and disputation for their own sake; the grave will supply plenty of time for silence. Suspect your own motives, and all excuses. Do not live for others any more than you would expect others to live for you.
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Christopher Hitchens (Letters to a Young Contrarian)
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She is very clever, too clever for a woman. She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, "sketch" is not quite a word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.
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Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)
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Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends . . . friends . . . friends . . .
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J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter, #7))
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We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes, if you ever love at all.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home? What we had wasn't about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you've got, the way it was for other kids our age. We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person. I was lucky enough to have her all along.
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Jodi Picoult (The Pact)
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βif a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you donβt think, βoh, I love this picture because itβs universal.β βI love this painting because it speaks to all mankind.β Thatβs not the reason anyone loves a piece of art. Itβs a secret whisper from an alleyway. Psst, you. Hey kid. Yes you.
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Donna Tartt (The Goldfinch)
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Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my childrenβs letters β sometimes very hastily β but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, βDear Jim: I loved your card.β Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, βJim loved your card so much he ate it.β That to me was one of the highest compliments Iβve ever received. He didnβt care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.
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Maurice Sendak
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She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a life-long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thinking 'Oh, this is Kant,' or 'Oh, this is the Yomiuri evening edition,' or 'Nice tits,' while it burns. To the fire, they're nothing but scraps of paper. It's the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there's no distinction--they're all just fuel.
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Haruki Murakami (After Dark)
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We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us even in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavour. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.
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Henry David Thoreau (Walden)
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I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.
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Joan Didion
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I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every moment holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action;
and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I donβt want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
and I want my grasp of things to be
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that carried me
through the wildest storm of all.
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Rainer Maria Rilke (Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God)
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recant, v.
I want to take back at least half of the βI love youβs, because I didnβt mean them as much as the other ones. I want to take back the book of artsy photos I gave you, because you didnβt get it and said it was hipster trash. I want to take back what I said about you being an emotional zombie. I want to take back the time I called you βhoneyβ in front of your sister and you looked like I had just shown her pictures of us having sex. I want to take back the wineglass I broke when I was mad, because it was a nice wineglass and the argument would have ended anyway. I want to take back the time we had sex in a rent-a-car, not because I feel bad about the people who got in the car after us, but because it was massively uncomfortable. I want to take back the trust I had while you were away in Austin. I want to take back the time I said you were a genius, because I was being sarcastic and I should have just said youβd hurt my feelings. I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you, to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the βI love youβs, because it feels safer that way.
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David Levithan (The Lover's Dictionary)
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When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart when that breaks it s completely silent. You would think as it s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some ... Read Moresort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. If there is a noise it s internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It trashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That s what it looks like and that s what it sounds like a trashing panicking trapped great big beast roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that s the thing about love no one is untouchable.
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Cecelia Ahern (If You Could See Me Now)
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Why aren't you in school? I see you every day wandering around."
"Oh, they don't miss me," she said. "I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it? Social to me means talking to you about things like this." She rattled some chestnuts that had fallen off the tree in the front yard. "Or talking about how strange the world is. Being with people is nice. But I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you? An hour of TV class, an hour of basketball or baseball or running, another hour of transcription history or painting pictures, and more sports, but do you know, we never ask questions, or at least most don't; they just run the answers at you, bing, bing, bing, and us sitting there for four more hours of film-teacher. That's not social to me at all. It's a lot of funnels and lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not. They run us so ragged by the end of the day we can't do anything but go to bed or head for a Fun Park to bully people around, break windowpanes in the Window Smasher place or wreck cars in the Car Wrecker place with the big steel ball. Or go out in the cars and race on the streets, trying to see how close you can get to lampposts, playing 'chicken' and 'knock hubcaps.' I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays?
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Ray Bradbury (Fahrenheit 451)
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Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly -- that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion -- these are the two things that govern us.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray and Other Stories)
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And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type up your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the tv programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want what you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really don't want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.
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Sarah Kane (Crave)
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I want you to tell me about every person youβve ever been in love with.
Tell me why you loved them,
then tell me why they loved you.
Tell me about a day in your life you didnβt think youβd live through.
Tell me what the word home means to you
and tell me in a way that Iβll know your motherβs name
just by the way you describe your bedroom
when you were eight.
See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate,
and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.
Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain
or bounce in the bellies of snow?
And if you were to build a snowman,
would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms
or would leave your snowman armless
for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
And if you would,
would you notice how that tree weeps for you
because your snowman has no arms to hug you
every time you kiss him on the cheek?
Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?
Do you sleep beside them when theyβre sad
even if it makes your lover mad?
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion
or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
See, I wanna know what you think of your first name,
and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your motherβs joy
when she spoke it for the very first time.
I want you to tell me all the ways youβve been unkind.
Tell me all the ways youβve been cruel.
Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old
beating up little boys at school.
If you were walking by a chemical plant
where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds
would you holler βPoison! Poison! Poison!β really loud
or would you whisper
βThat cloud looks like a fish,
and that cloud looks like a fairy!β
Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?
Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?
And if you donβt believe in miracles, tell me β
how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?
See, I wanna know if you believe in any god
or if you believe in many gods
or better yet
what gods believe in you.
And for all the times that youβve knelt before the temple of yourself,
have the prayers you asked come true?
And if they didnβt, did you feel denied?
And if you felt denied,
denied by who?
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day youβre feeling good.
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror
on a day youβre feeling bad.
I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty
could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.
If you ever reach enlightenment
will you remember how to laugh?
Have you ever been a song?
Would you think less of me
if I told you Iβve lived my entire life a little off-key?
And Iβm not nearly as smart as my poetry
I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me
who have learned the wisdom of silence.
Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?
And if you do β
I want you to tell me of a meadow
where my skateboard will soar.
See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living.
I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving,
and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.
I wanna know if you bleed sometimes
from other peopleβs wounds,
and if you dream sometimes
that this life is just a balloon β
that if you wanted to, you could pop,
but you never would
βcause youβd never want it to stop.
If a tree fell in the forest
and you were the only one there to hear β
if its fall to the ground didnβt make a sound,
would you panic in fear that you didnβt exist,
or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?
And lastly, let me ask you this:
If you and I went for a walk
and the entire walk, we didnβt talk β
do you think eventually, weβdβ¦ kiss?
No, wait.
Thatβs asking too much β
after all,
this is only our first date.
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Andrea Gibson