That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.
William Cowper, The Retired Cat
tiny.ag/jo6t2zvi · submitted 2005
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Tyler Durden, Fight Club
tiny.ag/d5houpvr · submitted 2005
Happiness is an imaginary condition, formerly attributed by the living to the dead, now usually attributed by adults to children, and by children to adults.
Thomas Szasz, The Second Sin
tiny.ag/stb5p9wg · submitted 2005
Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.
Sy Parrish, One Hour Photo
tiny.ag/cmw6m0re · submitted 2005
I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.
Susanna, Girl Interrupted
tiny.ag/pwuvay95 · submitted 2005
With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
Steven Weinberg, New York Times April 20, 1999
tiny.ag/ukopblc2 · submitted 2005
Death is not the worst; rather, in vain
To wish for death, and not to compass it.
Sophocles, Electra
tiny.ag/5aj3kixw · submitted 2005
I only slept with her cause I'm in love with you!
Sean Bateman, The Rules of Attraction
tiny.ag/k6jfpqd2 · submitted 2005
Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most.
Sandra Bullock, Hope Floats
tiny.ag/qtmegtyu · submitted 2005
A good many young writers make the mistake of enclosing a stamped, self-addressed envelope, big enough for the manuscript to come back in. This is too much of a temptation to the editor.
Ring Lardner, How to Write Short Stories
tiny.ag/ovxfu4fk · submitted 2005
The President can bomb anybody he likes.
Richard Nixon, Nixon
tiny.ag/h7ti2xnk · submitted 2005
Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais
tiny.ag/ul5vmvkz · submitted 2005
Vile deeds like poison weeds bloom well in prison air, it is only what is good in man that wastes and withers there.
Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol
tiny.ag/yes8wekb · submitted 2005
The idea that no gentleman ever swears is all wrong; he can swear and still be a gentleman if he does it in a nice and benevolent and affectionate way
Mark Twain, Speech in NYC, Jan. 22, 1906
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