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  • #1
    Dr. Seuss
    “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #2
    Lao Tzu
    “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
    Lao Tzu

  • #3
    Roald Dahl
    “So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.”
    Roald Dahl, Matilda

  • #4
    “I should like to be the sun. And you can be the moon.’
    [...]
    ‘But then we’d never see each other.’
    [...]
    ‘Not so, young one. The moon shines because of the sun, you know. Because the sun's always there. Just like me.”
    Velvetoscar, Young & Beautiful

  • #5
    Roald Dahl
    “It was one of those golden autumn afternoons and there were blackberries and splashes of old man's beard in the hedges, and the hawthorn berries were ripening scarlet for the birds when the cold winter came along. There were tall trees here and there on either side, oak and sycamore and ash and occasionally a sweet chestnut.”
    Roald Dahl, Matilda

  • #6
    Plato
    “According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
    Plato, The Symposium

  • #7
    William Shakespeare
    “Amore non è amore
    Se muta quando scopre un mutamento
    O tende a svanire quando l‘altro s‘allontana.
    Oh no! Amore è un faro sempre fisso
    Che sovrasta la tempesta e non vacilla mai;
    È la stella che guida di ogni barca,
    Il cui valore è sconosciuto, benché nota la distanza.
    Amore non è soggetto al Tempo, pur se rosee labbra
    E gote dovran cadere sotto la sua curva lama;
    Amore non muta in poche ore o settimane,
    Ma impavido resiste al giorno estremo del giudizio;
    Se questo è un errore e mi sarà provato,
    Io non ho mai scritto, e nessuno ha mai amato.”
    William Shakespeare, The Complete Sonnets and Poems

  • #8
    Leo Tolstoy
    “I think... if it is true that
    there are as many minds as there
    are heads, then there are as many
    kinds of love as there are hearts.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #9
    Leo Tolstoy
    “I've always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #10
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand."

    - Anna Karenina {Anna Karenina}”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #11
    Emily Brontë
    “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #12
    Emily Brontë
    “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
    Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights

  • #13
    Stefano Benni
    “La giraffa ha il cuore lontano dai pensieri. Si è innamorata ieri, e ancora non lo sa.”
    Stefano Benni, Ballate

  • #14
    Italo Calvino
    “Fu una batosta dura per me. Ma poi, che farci? Continuai la mia strada, in mezzo alle trasformazioni del mondo, anch'io trasformandomi. Ogni tanto, tra le tante forme degli esseri viventi, incontravo qualcuno che «era uno» più di quanto io non lo fossi: [...]. Tutti costoro avevano qualcosa, lo so, che li rendeva in qualche modo superiori a me, sublimi, e che rendeva me, in confronto a loro, mediocre. Eppure non mi sarei mai cambiato con nessuno di loro.”
    Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics

  • #15
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #16
    Jane Austen
    “My dear, dear aunt,' she rapturously cried, what delight! what felicity! You give me fresh life and vigour. Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains? Oh! what hours of transport we shall spend! And when we do return, it shall not be like other travellers, without being able to give one accurate idea of any thing. We will know where we have gone -- we will recollect what we have seen. Lakes, mountains, and rivers shall not be jumbled together in our imaginations; nor, when we attempt to describe any particular scene, will we begin quarrelling about its relative situation. Let our first effusions be less insupportable than those of the generality of travellers.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #17
    Italo Calvino
    “L'umano arriva dove arriva l'amore, non ha confini se non quelli che gli diamo.”
    Italo Calvino, La giornata d'uno scrutatore

  • #18
    Luigi Pirandello
    “Lessi così di tutto un po', disordinatamente; ma libri, in ispecie, di filosofia. Pesano tanto:
    eppure, chi se ne ciba e se li mette in corpo, vive tra le nuvole.”
    Luigi Pirandello, The Late Mattia Pascal



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