*This list will be change and added to as I continue to read and remember the quotes I love so bear with me. (Also, trigger warning on the last quote... it's from Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn and it's about cutting. I'll always leave that one last just in case.)*
"Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under all the lives I'm not living."
- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
"People got such a charge from seeing their names in print. Proof of existence. I could picture a squabble of ghosts ripping through piles of newspapers. Pointing at a name on the page. See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was."
- Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"I can't exist within my own head, so I insist on haunting your bed."
- The 1975, they tweeted it at some point (I don't really know)
"But whether or not one can live with one's passions, whether or not one can accept their law, which is to burn the heart they simultaneously exalt - that is the whole question."
- Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (essay)
"Drinking to suppress devotion with fingers intertwined"
- Ed Sheeran, I'm a Mess (song)
"Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow."
- Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
" 'But who could bear to know which stars were already dead,' she thought, blinking up at the night sky; 'could anybody stand to know that they all were?' "
- J.K Rowlling, The Casual Vacancy
"At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman..."
- Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (essay)
"My skin, you see, screams. It's covered with words - cook, cupcake, kitty, curls - as if a knife wielding first-grader learned to write on my flesh. I sometimes, but only sometimes, laugh. Getting out of the bath and seeing, out of the corner of my eye, down the side of a leg: babydoll. Pull on a sweater and, in a flash of my wrist: harmful. [...] Number of synonyms for anxious carved on my skin: eleven. The one thing I know for sure is that at that time, it was crucial to see these letters on me, and not just see them, but feel them. Burning on my left hip: petticoat."
- Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
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