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  • #1
    Tom Robbins
    “The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being.”
    Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

  • #2
    Coco Chanel
    “Where should one use perfume?" a young woman asked. "Wherever one wants to be kissed.”
    Coco Chanel

  • #3
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game

  • #4
    Christian Dior
    “A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting. ”
    Christian Dior

  • #5
    Pablo Neruda
    “Love.

    Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
    Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
    I have forgotten your face, I no longer
    Remember your hands; how did your lips
    Feel on mine?

    Because of you, I love the white statues
    Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
    Have neither voice nor sight.

    I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
    I have forgotten your eyes.

    Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
    My vague memory of you. I live with pain
    That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
    Make to me an irreperable harm.

    Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
    Vines on melancholy walls.

    I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
    Glimpse you in every window.

    Because of you, the heady perfumes of
    Summer pain me; because of you, I again
    Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
    Shooting stars, falling objects.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #6
    William Shakespeare
    “My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
    Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
    I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
    But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
    And in some perfumes is there more delight
    Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
    That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
    I grant I never saw a goddess go;
    My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
    As any she belied with false compare.”
    William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

  • #7
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel's Game

  • #8
    Milan Kundera
    “When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #9
    Milan Kundera
    “You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.”
    Milan Kundera

  • #10
    Milan Kundera
    “Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.”
    Milan Kundera

  • #11
    Milan Kundera
    “Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.”
    Milan Kundera

  • #12
    Milan Kundera
    “for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #13
    Milan Kundera
    “He suddenly recalled from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #14
    Alice Munro
    “I was amazed as people must be who are seized and kidnapped, and who realize that in the strange world of their captors they have a value absolutely unconnected with anything they know about themselves.”
    Alice Munro, Lives of Girls and Women

  • #15
    Jarod Kintz
    “They should make blindfolds with circles cut out where the eyes are, so kidnappers would be able to tell when their victims‘ eyes are closed, so their secret locations aren’t revealed.”
    Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title

  • #16
    Laurell K. Hamilton
    “He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead.”
    Laurell K. Hamilton, The Laughing Corpse

  • #17
    John      Webster
    “Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.”
    John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi

  • #18
    Robert J. Sawyer
    “Naturally, one does not normally discuss plans to commit murder with the intended victim.”
    Robert J. Sawyer, Flashforward

  • #19
    Iain Pears
    “Was not Hypatia the greatest philosopher of Alexandria, and a true martyr to the old values of learning? She was torn to pieces by a mob of incensed Christians not because she was a woman, but because her learning was so profound, her skills at dialectic so extensive that she reduced all who queried her to embarrassed silence. They could not argue with her, so they murdered her.”
    Iain Pears, The Dream of Scipio

  • #20
    Charles Baudelaire
    “Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,
    that soft summer morning
    round a turning in the path,
    the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,
    its legs in the air like a woman in need
    burning its wedding poisons
    like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs,
    I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,
    but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.
    I am the vampire of my own heart,
    one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter
    who can no longer smile.
    Am I dead?
    I must be dead.”
    Charles Baudelaire

  • #21
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #22
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “Scars crossed her welded wrists.”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #23
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “The trees like lungs filling with air
    My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #24
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water.”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #25
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “Their desire was silent yet magnificent, like a thousand daisies attuning their faces toward the path of the sun.”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #26
    “What we have here is a dreamer; someone completely out of touch with reality.”
    The Virgin Suicides

  • #27
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils.”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #28
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

  • #29
    Francesca Lia Block
    “You are in my blood. I can't help it. We can't be anywhere except together.”
    Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat

  • #30
    Anaïs Nin
    “I love your silences, they are like mine.”
    Anaïs Nin, Under a Glass Bell



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