Quotes from Matt Haig

In this life, she clearly had no taste. But since when did taste have anything to do with happiness.

All new future begins at midnight."~Mrs. Elm

Yesterday I knew I had no future, and that it was impossible for me to accept my life as it is now. And yet today, that same messy life seems full of hope. Potential. The impossible, I suppose, happens via living. Will my life be miraculously free from pain, despair, grief, heartbreak, hardship, loneliness, depression? No. But do I want to live? Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.

Doing one thing differently is often the same as doing everything differently. Actions can't be reversed within a lifetime, however much we try . . .

how can we live in a mad world without ourselves going mad? News from a nervous planet As I began researching I quickly found some attention

At the bottom of the pit, I always had to force myself to find the beauty, the goodness, the love, however hard it was. It was hard to do. But I had to try. Change doesn't just happen by focusing on the place you want to escape. It happens by focusing on where you want to reach. Boost the good guys, don't just knock the bad guys. Find the hope that is already here and help it grow.

Viata e ceea ce ramane cand dai la o parte toate porcariile alea sau, cand le ignori o vreme.

I'd also heard that humans were a life-form of, at best, middling intelligence and prone to violence, deep sexual embarrassment, bad poetry, and walking around in circles.

It's between life and death where the shelves go on and a book allows you to try on another life via choices and to undo your regrets." ~Mrs. Elm

There are a lot of idiots in your species. Lots and lots. You are not one of them. Hold your ground.

She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature. The way she accepted a glacier or a puffin or the breach of a whale. She imagined seeing herself as just another brilliant freak of nature. Just another sentient animal, trying their best. And in doing so, she imagined what it was like to be free.

People with stamina aren't made any differently to anyone else,' she was saying. 'The only difference is they have a clear goal in mind, and a determination to get there. Stamina is essential to stay focused in a life filled with distraction. It is the ability to stick to a task when your body and mind are at their limit

It is easy to mourn the lives we aren't living. Easy to wish we'd developed other talents, said yes to different offers.

Calatoria il face pe o, sa fie modest", a spus Gustave Flaubert. "Atunci iti dai seama cat de putin loc ocupi in lume.

You can choose choices but not outcomes. It was a good choice. It just wasn't a desired outcome.

A Moment of Extreme Crisis in the Middle of Nowhere 'Oh fuck,' whispered Nora, into the cold.

As well as religion, human history is full of depressing things like colonization, disease, racism, sexism, homophobia, class snobbery, environmental destruction, slavery, totalitarianism, military dictatorships, inventions of things which they had no idea how to handle (the atomic bomb, the Internet, the semicolon), the victimization of clever people, the worshipping of idiotic people, boredom, despair, periodic collapses, and catastrophes within the psychic landscape.

Hasta el suicidio le habría parecido una medida demasiado «activa». Quizá en algunas vidas uno simplemente flota sin esperar nada más, sin intentar siquiera cambiar. Quizá así fueran la mayoría de vidas.

She texted back. It was interesting, she mused to herself, how life sometimes simply gave you a whole new perspective by waiting around long enough for you to see it.

You know, the age thing. I have generally found men to be quite a disappointment. Montaigne said that the point of life is to give yourself to yourself.

Your self-worth is not found inside the minds of other people.

Because, Nora, sometimes the only way to learn is to live.' 'Sounds hard.

didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers. The one that could be a messy struggle, but it was her messy struggle. A beautiful messy struggle.

For want of a better word, it is in-between. It is not life. It is not death. It is not the real world in a conventional sense. But nor is it a dream. It isn't one thing or another. It is, in short, the Midnight Library.