A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
– Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
You used to be much more…”muchier.” You’ve lost your muchness.
– Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
There are two types of people in this world. People who hate clowns … and clowns. (Bobby Pendragon)
– D.J. MacHale, The Quillan Games
So what? All writers are lunatics!
– Cornelia Funke, Inkspell
Find what you love
and let it kill you.
– Charles Bukowski
I don’t want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there.
– Oscar Wilde
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
You should cry while you still can.
When you get bigger, sometimes, you can’t cry
even if you have something you wanna cry about.
– Okazaki Tomoya
Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.
– Virginia Woolf
Don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?
Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it’d lose even its imperfection.
– Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.
– Oscar Wilde, Lord Arthur Savile’s Crime and Other Stories