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“Death is a continuation of my life without me...”
― Jean-Paul Sartre

“It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”
― Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

“Are you happy here?" I said at last.
He considered this for a moment. "Not particularly," he said. "But you're not very happy where you are, either.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.”
― Marguerite Duras, The Lover

“The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“He felt the chill of her secrecy, numbing him, like a poison spreading quickly through his veins.”
― Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake

“Take pains. Be perfect.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.”
― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

“You can't ever tell what's going to hurt people.”
― Evelyn Waugh, A Handful of Dust

“Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

“We approach the house and I wave at Jimmy.
"And if he thinks he's eating with us, he's got another thing coming," my dad says.
Jimmy approaches us and takes the shopping bags from me, looking inside them.
"Lamb roast. Am I invited?”
― Melina Marchetta, Saving Francesca

“The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.”
― Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby

“I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“For all of that I wanted to be out of it. All of that. You wanted to be in.”
― Eimear McBride, A Girl Is a Half-Formed Thing

“Call me Dolores. Like they do in the stories.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood

“She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I'd rather boast about the ones I've read.”
― Jorge Luis Borges