❝ 𝐖ᴬ͟ᴸ͟ᴷ͟ᴵ͟ᴺ͟ᴳ 𝐁ʀᴜɪsᴇ 📓

show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and i'll show you a happy man.

there's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.

i went to the woods because i wanted to live deliberately. i wanted to live deep and such out all the marrow of life.

we don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

the human race is filled with passion.

what will your verse be?

no matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

you must strive to find your own voice.

the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all.

o captain! my captain!

sit down! do you hear me? sit down! this is your final warning!

sit down! i want you seated!

close your eyes. describe what you see.

forget them!

don't you forget this.

for the first time in my whole life, i know what i wanna do.

they're not that different from you, are they?

the world is their oyster.

they believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you.

if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you.

carpe diem. seize the day. make your life extraordinary.

what's going on?

is today your birthday? happy birthday!

what'd you get?

my parents gave me this.

they gave me the same thing as last year.

maybe they thought you needed another one.

you can feel it.

why do i stand up here? anybody?

we must constantly look at things in a different way.

sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.

now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular.

what are the four pillars?

we're not laughing at you. we're laughing near you.

i was good. i was really good.

i just talked to my father.

i can't talk to him this way.

you have to show him who you are, what your heart is!

he'll tell me that acting's a whim and i should forget it.

they're counting on me.

isn't there an easier way?

i'm trapped.

i always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.

if i don't ask him, at least i won't be disobeying him.

i'll try anything once.

we're just trying very hard to understand why it is that you insist on defying us.

stop it! don't be so dramatic!

i've got to tell you what i feel!

we've been so worried about you!

time to inherit the earth.

it's a tragedy. a girl this beautiful in love with such a jerk.

all the good ones go for jerks. you know that.

i've only met her once, and already she's thinking about me.

tell me why they swoon!

you can't be in here. if they catch you, we're both gonna be in big trouble.

come with me.

they made everybody sign it.

his chair comes forward with a soft clack. he leans across the table, arm settling beside whatever they're actually supposed to be working on, which has apparently become considerably less interesting than veronica sawyer's private thoughts.

⁺     ͓  ✎  ⸰ ⸰ ⸰  ⸻  ⭒「  ❛  surveillance  is  a  given  risk  when  you’re  a  chronic  scribbler.  any  odd  corner  or  stairwell  is  good  enough  —  with  the  allowance  that  a  nosy  passerby  or  two  will  hover  over  shoulder  hoping  for  something  a  little  juicier  than  the  fruitless  complaints  of  a  teenaged  girl.  still,  the  agitation,  the  rolling  of  the  eyes.  blue  ink  slows  to  a  stop,  eyes  fixed  flatly  to  boy  -  wonder  playing  arm  chair  psychiatrist.  

                      ❝  gee,  freud,  you  did  it.  you  really  read  into  my  psyche  &  opened  up  a  world  of  understanding.  ❞                    veronica  snaps  diary  shut,  sliding  it  neatly  beneath  school  books.                    ❝  ever  consider  i’m  rushing  to  wrap  up  due  to  the  sudden  live  studio  audience,  doctor  watson  ?  ❞