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Ray Bradbury
Something Wicked This Way Comes
-Chapter 39, Page 196-197
My most favorite passage from my most favorite Ray Bradbury novel.
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
— Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing  Â
We’re going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we’re doing, you can say, We’re remembering. That’s where we’ll win out in the long run. And someday we’ll remember so much that we’ll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via howieabel)

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In my memory, it doesn’t end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.
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Promise you won't forget me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred.
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Children almost always hang onto things tighter than their parents think they will
E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

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Some people care too much. I think it's called love.
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true.
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion. This is how you live a life in two days. And if you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.
Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.
E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web
Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.
Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning

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In some ways suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.
Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before.
Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls