“Sadness flies away on the wings of time.”
— Jean de La Fontaine
“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.”
— Mark Twain
“My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping
but
I shall go on living.”
— Pablo Neruda
“And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.”
— Anaïs Nin
“I don’t understand,
Why do I stress the man,
When there’s so many bigger things at hand?”
— Amy Winehouse
“As painful as this thing has been
I just can’t be with no one else.
See I know what we’ve got to do.
You let go, and I’ll let go too.
‘Cause no one’s hurt me more than you
And no one ever will.”
— Lauryn Hill
“The moment that you feel that, just possibly, you’re walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself. That’s the moment you may be starting to get it right.”
— Neil Gaiman
“A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does God. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.”
— Andrea Gibson
“Do not listen to people who think they have all the answers. Nobody is your savior, except you and perhaps a God you do or do not pray to. Read things that make you feel, that challenge what you think you know. Get fired up. Push yourself beyond those ten feet in front of you. Let yourself be pissed the fuck off. Maybe if you get angry enough, you’ll change your damn life. Maybe if you let yourself be consumed by envy or anger or frustration or disappointment, you will finally do what it takes to make yourself happy.”
— Jamie Varon
“We draw maps of each other’s pasts. Heartbreaks colored in black. Grief outlined in purple. The happiest times shaded yellow. This is how we learn each other. We are so scared and brave. We are so terrified and willing. We rewrite the definition of brave and it is this: love again. love again. love again.”
— Fortesa Latifi
“A wounded deer leaps highest.”
— Emily Dickinson
“I belong deeply to myself.”
— Warsan Shire
“I suffer, suffer from a habit, yes I’m an addict.
But someone else is out there, it’s just simple mathematics.
There’s over 7 billion mothafuckas on the planet and 4 billion of us are of legal age.”
— Watsky
“A soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest, but the one who makes you feel the most.”
— Sierra DeMulder
“Love will come to you when it’s ready,
Not necessarily when you are.”
— Danielle Shorr
“Maybe that’s just how he looks at girls in cars. Looks like they need saving, doesn’t see she’s her own Superhero. Her kryptonite, not his hands. The Galaxy behind his glasses. The promises that fall silent when the sun rises and the sheets are made. She only falls when she forgets her power, that she is the moon and stars and everything he wishes upon. She thinks, maybe that’s just how he looks at girls in cars. Doesn’t even see she’s the one driving.”
— Ari Eastman
“I do my thing and you do your thing. You are you and I am I. And if the end we end up together, it’s beautiful.”
— Boy Meets World
“I am the kind of woman who will never, ever apologise for being herself.”
— Laura Jane Williams
“There is no remedy for love but to love more.”
— Henry David Thoreau
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
— Robert Frost
“What happens when people open their hearts?
They get better.”
— Haruki Murakami
“Never forget, you have value. You are worth time, worth energy, worth worship. Your delicate enchantments are a holy wine. Silver aura of my moon. Song of my air. My afternoon shadows. My divine messenger. The literature of stars is in your very pores.”
— Benedict Smith
“You left
and the world didn’t crumble.
I owe the universe a dollar.”
— Rudy Francisco
“Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”
— Andrea Gibson
“It hurts like hell. And then one day, it doesn’t.”
— My mother
By Ari Eastman