In a sense, I am the one who ruined me: I did it myself // Haruki Murakami.
The world is a beautiful place and I am no longer afraid to die // TWIABP.
The hours between 12am and 6am // Beau Taplin.
I love you, with a touch of tragedy, and quite madly // Simone de Beauvoir.
Everything was there and around us. We knew exactly who we were and exactly where we were going. It was grand // Gordie Lachance.
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you // Colin Hay.
It is what you read when you don’t have to that determined what you will be when you can’t help it // Oscar Wilde.
Maybe everybody in the whole damn world is scared of each other // John Steinbeck.
This is what being alive’s all about, all those fucked up feelings. You’ve got to have them; when you stop, watch out // Irvine Welsh.
Don’t try to make me grow up before my time // Louisa May Alcott.
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart // Charles Dickens.
When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears // Albert Camus.
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? // J.D. Salinger.
I hope or I could not live // H.G. Wells.
He gets me. She gets me // Gillian Flynn.