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  • #1
    Katherine Applegate
    “If you're stuck you could always double up with me at my place. It's the size of a postage stamp, but the roses are the size of poodles. So it sort of evens out." -Austin”
    Katherine Applegate, Tan Lines: Sand, Surf, and Secrets / Rays, Romance, and Rivalry / Beaches, Boys, and Betrayal

  • #2
    Henry David Thoreau
    “The time must come when this coast (Cape Cod) will be a place of resort for those New-Englanders who really wish to visit the sea-side. At present it is wholly unknown to the fashionable world, and probably it will never be agreeable to them. If it is merely a ten-pin alley, or a circular railway, or an ocean of mint-julep, that the visitor is in search of, — if he thinks more of the wine than the brine, as I suspect some do at Newport, — I trust that for a long time he will be disappointed here. But this shore will never be more attractive than it is now.”
    Henry David Thoreau, Cape Cod

  • #3
    “A House of My Own
    Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man's house. Not a daddy's. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody's garbage to pick up after.
    Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.”
    Cisneros, Sandra

  • #4
    Willa Cather
    “It struck him that the seasons sometimes gain by being brought into the house, just as they gain by being brought into painting, and into poetry. The hand, fastidious and bold which selected and placed - it was that which made the difference. In Nature there is no selection.”
    Willa Cather, The Professor's House

  • #5
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I sit beside the fire and think
    Of all that I have seen
    Of meadow flowers and butterflies
    In summers that have been

    Of yellow leaves and gossamer
    In autumns that there were
    With morning mist and silver sun
    And wind upon my hair

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of how the world will be
    When winter comes without a spring
    That I shall ever see

    For still there are so many things
    That I have never seen
    In every wood in every spring
    There is a different green

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of people long ago
    And people that will see a world
    That I shall never know

    But all the while I sit and think
    Of times there were before
    I listen for returning feet
    And voices at the door”
    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #6
    Virginia Woolf
    “I can sit alone by an open window for hours if I like, and hear only bird songs, and the rustle of leaves. The trees are pure gold and orange,”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #7
    Lewis Carroll
    “Why it's simply impassible!
    Alice: Why, don't you mean impossible?
    Door: No, I do mean impassible. (chuckles) Nothing's impossible!”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

  • #8
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #9
    Roy T. Bennett
    “Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.”
    Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

  • #10
    Dale Carnegie
    “It isn't what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about it.”
    Dale Carnegie, How to Win Friends & Influence People

  • #11
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #12
    Madeline Miller
    “Name one hero who was happy."
    I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
    "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
    "I can't."
    "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
    "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
    "I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
    "Why me?"
    "Because you're the reason. Swear it."
    "I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
    "I swear it," he echoed.
    We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
    "I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #13
    Jane Austen
    “I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #14
    J.M. Barrie
    “When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
    J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

  • #15
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #16
    Angie Fox
    “The next morning I was up bright and early. Mostly because I'd sold the curtains.”
    Angie Fox, Southern Spirits

  • #17
    Rick Riordan
    “Remake the wild, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world. You cannot wait for anyone else, even a god, to do that for you.”
    Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

  • #18
    Alice Hoffman
    “They were beautiful shells, as white as the surf in the sea. When you held one up to your ear you could hear the sound of your best friend talking to you, even if she was a thousand miles away.”
    Alice Hoffman, Aquamarine

  • #19
    Anaïs Nin
    “I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
    Anais Nin

  • #20
    Anthony Doerr
    “I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads.

    It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.”
    Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

  • #21
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “My soul is full of longing
    for the secret of the sea,
    and the heart of the great ocean
    sends a thrilling pulse through me.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    tags: sea

  • #22
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.”
    Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #23
    Van Morrison
    “Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
    Smell the sea, and feel the sky,
    Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

    - Into the Mystic
    Van Morrison, Lit Up Inside: Selected Lyrics

  • #24
    C.S. Lewis
    “The castle of Cair Paravel on its little hill towered up above them; before them were the sands, with rocks and little pools of salt water, and seaweed, and the smell of the sea and long miles of bluish-green waves breaking for ever and ever on the beach. And oh, the cry of the seagulls! Have you ever heard it? Can you remember?”
    C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

  • #25
    P.L. Travers
    “That's coral!" she cried in astonishment. "We must be down in the deeps of the sea!"
    Well, wasn't that what you wanted?" said the trout. "I thought you wished you could see the sea!"
    I did," said Jane, looking very surprised. "But I never expected the wish to come true."
    Great oceans! Why bother to wish it then? I call that simply a waste of time. But come on! Mustn't be late for the party!”
    P.L. Travers

  • #26
    Virginia Woolf
    “So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #27
    Virginia Woolf
    “The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #28
    E.B. White
    “A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or undecided, for there, in a book, you may have your question answered. Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people - people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book."

    [Letters of Note; Troy (MI, USA) Public Library, 1971]”
    E.B. White

  • #29
    Pope Benedict XVI
    “The world offers you comfort. But you were not made for comfort. You were made for greatness”
    Pope Benedict XVI

  • #30
    Kenneth Grahame
    “When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
    Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows



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