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I don’t think I’m a misanthrope, or gloomy. I think love and friendship are very important parts of what make life worth living. There is room for happiness. But that having been said, there are some basic truths. One of them is the death waits for all of us at the end. Whether it’s the Middle Ages or today, sooner or later we are all going to be ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. I think that colors things. Any happy ending where everything is resolved, and everything is jolly, maybe rings false because of what is coming for us.

George R. R. Martin

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You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

Winnie The Pooh by A. A. Milne

4 months ago -

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for a moment, she let herself be defeated, wished herself not exactly annihilation but into a temporary absense, into being nowhere and no one just for a little while.

Alaska by Sue Saliba.

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5 months ago -

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and it was the pretending that might explain how she could smile so brightly while her mind felt nothing - as if, at these times, there existed a disconnection between outer and inner, a shutting off, and the key to her happiness lay in warding off pain, or dodging it, or pushing it into the shape of something else - like shame or anger or even hope.

Alaska by Sue Saliba.

5 months ago -

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Sometimes one likes foolish people for their folly, better than wise people for their wisdom.

Wives and Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell.

5 months ago -

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Life might be easier if you give in a little, but it’s better if you hold onto something so hard you can’t give it up.

Jasper Jones by Craig Silvey.

5 months ago -

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I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant… I am haunted by humans.

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

8 months ago -

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