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"...but before I could come to any conclusion it occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility. What did it matter what any one knew or ignored?"
-Joseph Conrad

"Her virtue was that she said what she thought, her vice that what she thought didn't amount to much."
-Peter Ustinov

"Save your happiness for tomorrow and today we'll drown in your tears. And your blood tastes like life."
-HIM

"Well it breaks my heart to see you this way. The beauty in life, where's it gone? And somebody told me you were doin' ok, but somehow, I guess they were wrong."
-Flogging Molly

"Truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent."
-William Blake

"Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I may not forget you."
-Sir William Arthur

"I'm not confused. I'm well mixed."
-Robert Frost

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours first. Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse. Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words. We live on front porches and swing life away. We get by just fine here on minimum wage. If love is a labor, I'll slave til the end. I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand."
-Rise Against

"I came to Ipp to bury a friend, I should tell you. It's not a pleasant business, nor was it meant to be. Pleasantness doesn't taste like much, and euphoria can be very tiring."
-Elliott G. Garbauskas, An Island People Go To

"I will be as harsh as truth, and uncompromising as justice...I am in earnest, I will not equivocate, I will not excuse, I will not retreat a single inch, and I will be heard."
-William Lloyd Garrison

"'...and you'd forgotten how to smile but your eyes were skies and there was a star in each. That hasn't changed. People will always wonder what it is your eyes hold behind the stars.' His own eyes closed and Morgen sat breathing lightly until he stirred and said, 'If you're wise, my darling, you'll never let them know.'"
-Gale Wilhelm

"I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me."
-Anna Quindlen

"The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed."
-Albert Einstein

"Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important."
-Lisa Hoffman

"We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same. We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain. She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go. She couldn't scream while I held I close, I swore I'd never let her go."
-The Killers

"Hope is not a feeling. It is not the belief that things will turn out well, but the conviction that what we are doing makes sense, no matter how things turn out."
-Vaclav Havel

"This is my manifesto. And I have no idea what it says."
-Fleep #36 by Jason Shiga

"Pressed against her face, I could feel her insecurity. Her mother'd been a drunk and her father was obscurity. But nothin' ever came from a life that was a simple one. So pull yourself together girl and have a little fun."
-Flogging Molly

"I tried being a writer, but I hate what I write. I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. Every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, like horses, or taking pictures of your feet."
-Charlotte, Lost In Translation

"I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth."
-Umberto Eco

"If I'm a writer, and I'm a poet, I might love you, but never show it. You should forget me, this is a long tour, and I'll be back but, not in time for...If all we speak is rational thought everyday I pray for the sadness. My eyes are black, my throat full of sickness, the words I write, are cheap and trite."
-From Autumn to Ashes

"She herself has failed. She is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric."
-Michael Cunningham