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“Higher than the beasts, lower than the angels, stuck in our idiot Eden.”
― Ford Madox Ford, Parade's End

“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.”
― T. S Eliot

“My arms are killing me.
I didn't know words could be so heavy.”
― Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger

“Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.”
― E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

“Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren't. I'm not surprised some people prefer books.”
― Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
― Jack Kerouac

“Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
― Franz Kafka

“Never run when you can walk
Never walk when you can stand
Never stand when you can sit
Never sit when you can lie down”
― A.A. Haldane

“Thus, as far as he is a scientific man, as far as he knows anything, he is a materialist; outside his science, in spheres about which he knows nothing, he translates his ignorance into Greek and calls it agnosticism.”
― Friedrich Engels, Socialism: Utopian and Scientific

“I don't know about you, but I only have one life, and I don't want to spend it in a sewer of injustice.”
― Wallace Shawn

“If someone were to harm my family or a friend or somebody I love, I would eat them. I might end up in jail for 500 years, but I would eat them.”
― Johnny Depp

“Na vida, concluiria um dia, todos têm direito a um grande amor. Uns achá-lo-iam num cruzamento perdido e com ele seguiriam até ao fim do caminho, teimosos e abnegados, até que a morte desfizesse o que a vida fizera. Outros estavam destinados a desconhecê-lo, a procurarem sem o descobrirem, a cruzarem-se numa esquina sem jamais se olharem, a ignorarem a sua perda até desaparecerem na neblina que pairava sobre o soliário trilho para onde a vida os conduzira. E havia aqueles fadados para a tragédia, os amores que se encontravam e cedo percebiam que o encontro era afinal efémero, furtivo, um mero sopro na corrente do tempo, um cruel interlúdio antes da dolorosa separação, um beijo de despedida no caminho da solidão, a alma abalada pela sombria angústia de saberem que havia um outro percurso, uma outra existência, uma passagem alternativa que lhes fora para sempre vedada. Esses eram os infelizes, os dilacerados pela revolta até serem abatidos pela resignação, os que percorrem a estrada da vida vergados pela saudade do que podia ter sido, do futuro que não existiu, do trilho que nunca percorreriam a dois. Eram esses os que estavam indelevelmente marcados pela amarga e profunda nostalgia de um amor por viver.”
― José Rodrigues dos Santos, A Filha do Capitão

“Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth.”
― William Faulkner

“Do you hate people?”

“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
― Charles Bukowski, Barfly

“The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.”
― Flannery O'Connor

“There is no greater sorrow
Than to recall a happy time
When miserable.”
― Dante Alighieri

“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”
― Marcel Proust

“For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.”
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

“Remember that the best and greatest among mankind are those who do themselves no worldly good. Every successful man is more or less a selfish man. The devoted fail...”
― Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“Of all the wonders that I have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
(Act II, Scene 2)”
― William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.”
― William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

“Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.
Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.”
― William Faulkner

“His own life suddenly seemed repellently formal. Whom did he know or what did he know and whom did he love? Sitting on the stump under the burden of his father's death and even the mortality inherent in the dying, wildly colored canopy of leaves, he somehow understood that life was only what one did every day.... Nothing was like anything else, including himself, and everything was changing all of the time. He knew he couldn't perceive the change because he was changing too, along with everything else.

(from the novella, The Man Who Gave Up His Name)”
― Jim Harrison, Legends of the Fall

“Good morning, Hell-A. In the land of the lotus-eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day you’re dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times. If only someone had told me. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned. My family goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy. I don’t know how I got here. But here I am, rotting away in the warm California sun. There are things I need to figure out, for her sake, at least. The clock is ticking. The gap is widening. She won’t always love me “no matter what”
― Hank Moody

“The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
― Robert Frost

“The animal merely makes a bed, which he warms with his body in a sheltered place; but man, having discovered fire, boxes up some air in a spacious apartment, and warms that, instead of robbing himself, makes that his bed, in which he can move about divested of more cumbrous clothing, maintain a kind of summer in the midst of winter, and by means of windows even admit the light and with a lamp lengthen out the day.”
― Henry David Thoreau

“All thinking men are atheists.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

“There is no friend as loyal as a book.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“If you care about something you have to protect it – If you’re lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany