“You know how when I said I knew little about love? Well that wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, seen centuries of it. It was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. And all those wars, pain and lies and hate, made me want to turn away and never look down again. But to see the way mankind loves, you could search the farthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional but I also know it can be unpredictable, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and what I’m trying to say, Tristen, is I think I love you. My heart feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it doesn’t belong to me anymore, it belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange, no gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you love me to. Just your heart in exchange for mine.”—Stardust
“And because I finally woke up to that whole realization much too late - the realization that life really happens and there is always a consequence for your actions - I lost everything in some sense, but in a weird kind of great way, if you flip it all around, I may have gained the most important thing of all; the truth. I can live with that.”—Exit Here
“Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is a sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.”—Mother Theresa
“Whisper secrets, speak in a hushed voice, the first thing that you learn is that you never let them hear you. In a sound proof room, in a windowless world, keep your voice down, or dull your words. Then put on your bedroom face for him, all pursed lips and half closed eyes with pinked stained skin, screaming for sleeping hands and downed dresses, screaming, for dead legs come alive, for dead legs come alive.”—La Dispute
“You see how it is, they’ve planned our entire lives, from what we shall wear to whom we shall marry and where we shall live. It’s one lump of sugar in your tea whether you like it or not and you’d best smile even if you’re dying deep inside. We’re like pretty horses, and just as on horses, they mean to put blinders on us, so we can’t look left or right, but only straight ahead where they could lead, please Gemma, please let’s not die inside before we have to.”—The Sweet Far Thing
“Perhaps this is how girls fall - not in some crime of enchantment at the hands of a wicked ne’re do well, a grand before and after in which they are innocent victims who have no say in the matter. Perhaps they simply are kissed and want to kiss back. Perhaps they even kiss first. And why should they not?”—The Sweet Far Thing
“So. let us not be blind to our differences - but let us also direct attention to our common interests and to the means by which those differences can be resolved. And if we cannot end now our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity. For, in the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.”—John F. Kennedy
“Summer offerings, festivals and bonfires glaring into the star filled night; musical cascades delivering and pulverizing all senses, yet creating new sensations throughout the mind and body. The newness of a carnival, unseen misadventures obeying no law, lurking, passive, patient. To behold it could be a crime, a secret crime, but we rock anyway.”—Bill Ward
“To me, music is a significant and powerful tool of expressing joy in the midst of sorrow, for expressing life in the midst of death, for expressing joy in the midst of pain and suffering…. We can praise God in the midst of whatever our trials and tribulations are, and we can thank God in a sustained, very powerful, rich, full way… And I see myself as a leader of a celebration, who is not afraid to allow individuals to travel into different compartments of life. And music, particularly music in the black or African-American worship tradition does that. It is, in a sense, the glue that holds the worship, the praise of God together.”—Reverend Simmons