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The butterflies don't ever stop and time does not exist in such a dark place.

Her Delicate Yearning, A Long Winter


Anything that happens happens, anything that in happening causes something else to happen causes something else to happen, and anything that in happening causes itself to happen again, happens again. Although not necessarily in chronological order.

The Salmon of Doubt, Douglas Adams


The injuries we do and those we suffer are seldom weighed in the same scales.

Aesop Recommended by Mea Culpa.


Drink the madness,
smoke so coy.
Smile injection.
Serum of a will destroyed.

The Nephilim, AFI Recommended by saskatchewanpirate.


Per me si va ne la città dolente,
per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,
per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore:
fecemi la divina podestate,
la somma sapienza e 'l primo amore.
Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create
se non etterne, e io etterno duro.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate

(Through me is the way into the woeful city; through me is the way into eternal woe; through me is the way among the lost people. Justice moved my lofty maker: the divine Power, the supreme Wisdom and the primal Love made me. Before me were no things created, unless eternal, and I eternal last. Leave every hope, ye who enter!)

Inferno, Dante Alighieri


Has anything you've done made your life better?

American History X [movie] Recommended by Alyssa.


Is it right, butterfly,
they like you better framed and dried.

Butterfly, Tori Amos


Hannah was about ready to burst with excitement, which would have been disgusting because she would have sprayed blood, guts, and glitter in every direction. She was an innocent, a freshman, one of the sad believers who thought high school was where they would be popular and smart and happy - above all happy.

Twisted, Laurie Halse Anderson


Her smile was fake, like a piece of paper with a smile drawn on it had been glued to her face.

Twisted, Laurie Halse Anderson


I leaned closer to the glass. The guy in the mirror looked like somebody had wrapped his heart in barbed wire and pulled.

Twisted, Laurie Halse Anderson


Compliments last a second
Insults last a lifetime.

Anonymous Recommended by Ginger.


LSD melts your mind, not in your hand.

Anonymous


Scars remind us that the past is a reality.

Anonymous Recommended by Lauren.


Sleep is death without the consequence.

Anonymous Recommended by Diana Quinn.


Wisdom is scar tissue in disguise.

Anonymous


Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Apple


And you can use my skin
To bury secrets in.

I Know, Fiona Apple


Write the bad things that are done to you in sand, but write the good things that happen to you on a piece of marble.

Arabic Parable


I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp.

Godlovesugly, Atmosphere Recommended by mel.


The sense of danger must not disappear:
The way is certainly both short and steep,
However gradual it looks from here;
Look if you like, but you will have to leap.

Leap Before You Look, W.H. Auden


'I won't play a cheap parlor game with human lives for party favors, Charlie.'

'Congratulations to you,' I said. 'You just described modern psychiatry.'

Rage, Richard Bachman (Stephen King)


Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

A Lovers Discourse: Fragments, Roland Barthes


Me, I drink, I still smoke, I still eat all kinds of stuff they tell me not to eat - I don't even floss, for God's sake. My circulation works like the post office, and even my cholesterol has arthritis. Only reason I've lasted this long is I had this stupid job teaching beautiful, useless stuff to idiots.

Professor Gottesman and the Indian Rhinoceros, Peter S. Beagle


The prince said, 'Who is she Molly? What kind of woman is it who believes-who knows, for I saw her face-that she can cure wounds with a touch, and who weeps without tears?' Molly went on about her work, still humming to herself. 'Any woman can weep without tears,' she answered over her shoulder, 'and most can heal with her hands. It depends on the wound. She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough.'

The Last Unicorn, Peter S. Beagle


Guilty and degraded. We've bastardized ourselves and lost our purity.

Circular Parade, The Beautiful Mistake Recommended by elias.


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