11 more long-form quotes (#3267) holyhearted

* added 11, mostly long-form, quotes

* 11 more long-form quotes (+ fixed lengths)

frontend/static/quotes/english.json

@@ -35088,6 +35088,72 @@
       "source": "Mojave 3 - My Life in Art",
       "length": 66,
       "id": 6147
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "This is not my life, it's just a fond farewell to a friend. It's not what I'm like, it's just a fond farewell to a friend, who couldn't get things right. A fond farewell to a friend.",
+      "source": "Elliott Smith - A Fond Farewell",
+      "length": 182,
+      "id": 6148
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "My memories don't feel as though they've been pulled up by the root. Even if they fade, something remains. Like tiny seeds that might germinate again if the rain falls. And even if a memory disappears completely, the heart retains something. A slight tremor or pain, some bit of joy, a tear.",
+      "source": "The Memory Police - Yoko Ogawa",
+      "length": 291,
+      "id": 6149
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "A reminder to remember: just because the sharpness of the sadness has faded does not mean that it was not, once, terrible. It means only that time and space, creatures of infinite girth and tenderness, have stepped between the two of you, and they are keeping you safe as they were once unable to.",
+      "source": "In the Dream House - Carmen Maria Machado",
+      "length": 297,
+      "id": 6150
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Like Lot's wife, you looked back, and like Lot's wife, you were turned into a pillar of salt, but unlike Lot's wife, God gave you a second chance and turned you human again, but then you looked back again and became salt and then God took pity and gave you a third, and over and again you lurched through your many reprieves and mistakes; one moment motionless and the next gangly, your soft limbs wheeling and your body staggering into the dirt, and then stiff as a tree trunk again with an aura of dust, then windmilling down the road as fire rains down behind you; and there has never been a woman as cartoonish as you — animal to mineral and back again.",
+      "source": "In the Dream House - Carmen Maria Machado",
+      "length": 657,
+      "id": 6151
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery - air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, \"This is what it is to be happy.\"",
+      "source": "The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath",
+      "length": 128,
+      "id": 6152
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.",
+      "source": "Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides",
+      "length": 136,
+      "id": 6153
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.",
+      "source": "Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides",
+      "length": 64,
+      "id": 6154
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.",
+      "source": "Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides",
+      "length": 178,
+      "id": 6155
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.",
+      "source": "One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez",
+      "length": 181,
+      "id": 6156
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "The future wasn't set in stone. Maybe something good would happen. Perhaps I would experience something that made me glad I kept living. The chances weren't zero. And that meant I couldn't yet give in to the allure of death.",
+      "source": "Three Days of Happiness - Sugaru Miaki",
+      "length": 224,
+      "id": 6157
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "There are two kinds of people, he thought: the people you don't want to touch because you're afraid you're going to break them, and the people you don't want to touch because you're afraid they'll break you.",
+      "source": "Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory - Raphael Bob-Waksberg",
+      "length": 207,
+      "id": 6158
     }
   ]
 }