Quotes By Letter: U

“You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive.
Oh, is that what it is?”

-Stay (Faraway, So Close!), U2

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“And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if your way should falter
Along this stony pass

It's just a moment
This time will pass.”

-Stuck In A Moment, U2

Recommended by Sarah.

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“I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten, happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another.”

-If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit, Brenda Ueland

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“The darkness is death - we can speak, but we are not heard. We can scream but they turn their backs. We can run, but we cannot catch them. It is the dream where arms and legs won't work they way they should, and the air is too thick to breathe. Loved ones walk a mile ahead, forgetting to stop as we fall behind. This is the reality of the darkness. We are buried alive inside ourselves.”

-Dana-Christene Umanetz

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“She felt him in constant danger of doing something incorrect. Once she had a piano teacher who, in performing scales with her side by side on the bench, made a mistake. She had never forgotten it, and never learned the piano.”

-My Lover Has Dirty Fingernails, John Updike

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“It's strange, the layers of misery that there are. You get used to feeling pretty miserable most of the time - what might be called "low-level misery" - a sort of permanent background of misery, and you learn to cope with it; it almost gets to feel normal. But then something happens, like me trying to draw something, which reminds you of what it was like not to feel miserable, and it hurts so much you almost just can't bear it.”

-Plague, Jean Ure

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“today I fell and felt better
just knowing this matters
I just feel stronger and sharper
found a box of sharp objects what a beautiful thing.”

-A Box Full Of Sharp Objects, The Used

Recommended by Carolyn.

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“Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry with me all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight
I want the pain of payment
What's left but a section of pygmy size cuts
Much like the slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife.”

-I'm A Fake, The Used

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