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  • #1
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?"
    “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #2
    Madeline Miller
    “But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #3
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #4
    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

  • #5
    Madeline Miller
    “That is — your friend?"
    "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #6
    Margery Williams Bianco
    “Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.'

    'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit.

    'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.'

    'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?'

    'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.”
    Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit

  • #7
    Madeline Miller
    “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #8
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #9
    Madeline Miller
    “I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.
    If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.
    As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
    “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #10
    Madeline Miller
    “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #11
    Madeline Miller
    “In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #12
    Madeline Miller
    “When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #13
    Madeline Miller
    “We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #14
    Madeline Miller
    “I am made of memories.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #15
    Madeline Miller
    “He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #16
    Madeline Miller
    “I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
    "Go," she says. "He waits for you."

    In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #17
    Madeline Miller
    “This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #18
    Madeline Miller
    “But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #19
    Madeline Miller
    “You are wise,” he said.

    “If it is so,” I said, “it is only because I have been fool enough for a hundred lifetimes.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #20
    Madeline Miller
    “I asked her how she did it once, how she understood the world so clearly. She told me that it was a matter of keeping very still and showing no emotions, leaving room for others to reveal themselves.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #21
    Madeline Miller
    “But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #22
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #23
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #24
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Memories are worse than bullets.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #25
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Never trust anyone, Daniel, especially the people you admire. Those are the ones who will make you suffer the worst blows.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #26
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #27
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #28
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one’s life to.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #29
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #30
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind



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