QUOTEoftheDay

Thursday
Oct112018

Anna Godbersen

Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.

He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...

There was no pleasure like being envied on a mass scale.

So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.


Wednesday
Oct102018

Muriel Barbery

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?

People aim for the stars, and they end up like goldfish in a bowl. I wonder if it wouldn't be simpler just to teach children right from the start that life is absurd.

Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty.

If you have but one friend, make sure you choose her well.

I have finally concluded, maybe that's what life is about: there's a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It's as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never. Yes, that's it, an always within never.

I find this a fascinating phenomenon: the ability we have to manipulate ourselves so that the foundation of our beliefs is never shaken.


Tuesday
Oct092018

Renee Ahdieh

What are you doing to me, you plague of a girl?” he whispered.
“If I’m a plague, then you should keep your distance, unless you plan on being destroyed.” The weapons still in her grasp, she shoved against his chest.
“No.” His hands dropped to her waist. “Destroy me.

My soul sees its equal in you.

Some things exist in our lives for but a brief moment. And we must let them go on to light another sky.

I love you, a thousand times over. And I will never apologize for it.

You honestly expect me to breathe in a world without air?

It was because they were two parts of a whole. He did not belong to her. And she did not belong to him. It was never about belonging to someone. It was about belonging together.

You have a beautiful laugh. Like the promise of tomorrow.

Love is—a shade of what I feel.

There is no one I would rather see the sunrise with than you.



Monday
Oct082018

Robert Goolrick

If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.

There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.

I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.

It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be.

I wasn't safe. I wasn't permanent. My life was a fiction I had created, like an alien who comes to earth and tries to pass as human. The affections of my friends meant nothing to me, directed, as they were, toward a person who wasn't there. There was nobody home.

Their love for me was both a myth and a torture and so I wrecked everything. I hurt them, and I left them hurting.


Sunday
Oct072018

Judy Sheindlin

Beauty fades, dumb is forever.

If it doesn't make sense, it's usually not true.

Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining.

If you tell the truth, then you don't have to have a good memory.

They put an eraser on a pencil for a reason.

Common Sense Is Not Common.

If you are dependent on another human being to make you happy, that’s not the same thing as being happier in the company of that person.

Don’t try to teach a pig to sing. It doesn’t work, and it irritates the pig.

You only have one chance for a first impression.

Only a fool tests the depth of the water by jumping in with both feet.

Saturday
Oct062018

Cynthia Hand

Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift."
Clara: "What?"
Tucker: "You.

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.

What do you see in a guy like Christian Prescott?" he asked me that night when he dropped me off from prom. And what he was really saying then, what would have come through loud and clear if I hadn't been so blind was, why don't you see me?

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

Are you any good at it?"
"Pulling idiots out of the snow? I'm the best.

Insert the biggest, most awkward silence in the history of big awkward silences.

I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.



Friday
Oct052018

Colleen Houck

Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make.

You don’t take away my choices. You are my choice.

Saying his name stabbed my heart, like someone had ripped through my carefully stitched up world and exposed the infected, pulsing red tissue that I thought was healing.

The fact is…I’m in love with you, and I have been for some time.

I decided to find you, throw myself at your feet, and beg you to have mercy on me. Honestly, I’ll accept whatever you choose, Kelsey. Just don’t ask me to live apart from you again. Because...I can’t.

And yes, I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with him, of every concerned expression you send his way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip him to pieces and purge him from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.


Thursday
Oct042018

Leslye Walton

Love makes us such fools.

Just because love don't look the way you think it should, don't mean you don't have it.

Children betrayed their parents by becoming their own people.

And that might just be the root of the problem: we're all afraid of each other, wings or no wings.

Love, as most know, follows its own timeline. Disregarding our intentions or well rehearsed plans.

I found it ironic that I should be blessed with wings and yet feel so constrained, so trapped. It was because of my condition, I believe, that I noticed life's ironies a bit more often than the average person. I collected them: how love arrived when you least expected it, how someone who said he didn't want to hurt you eventually would.

Why would you be given wings if you weren't meant to fly?

She laughed for her wasted, difficult life that never had to be wasted or difficult in the first place.


Wednesday
Oct032018

Gerard Way

Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person.

If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me.

Be yourself, don't take anything from anyone, and never let them take you alive.

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.

Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary.

I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things.

Would you destroy Something perfect in order to make it beautiful?

If for one minute you think you're better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about.


Tuesday
Oct022018

Veronica Rossi

She looked up. “A world of nevers under a never sky.”
She fit in well then, he thought. A girl who never shut up.

People can be cruelest to those they love.

She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she'd ever taken. And never had she loved life more.

Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame.

In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

Fall off your own roof.

Love was like the waves in the sea, gentle and good sometimes, rough and terrible at others, but that it was endless and stronger than the sky and earth and everything in between.