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  • #1
    Emily Brontë
    “Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #2
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #3
    Franz Kafka
    “Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #4
    Franz Kafka
    “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #5
    Franz Kafka
    “A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #6
    Franz Kafka
    “Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.”
    franz kafka

  • #7
    Jane Austen
    “I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #8
    Sally Rooney
    “Maybe we're just born to love and worry about the people we know, and to go on loving and worrying even when there are more important things we should be doing. And if that means the human species is going to die out, isn't it in a way a nice reason to die out, the nicest reason you can imagine? Because when we should have been reorganising the distribution of the world's resources and transitioning collectively to a sustainable economic model, we were worrying about sex and friendship instead. Because we loved each other too much and found each other too interesting. And I love that about humanity, and in fact it's the very reason I root for us to survive - because we are so stupid about each other.”
    Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You

  • #9
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “I used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom I’d tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts ‘to be like the rest’ –and suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, I’d give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again – in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #10
    Bram Stoker
    “It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to go on with our labor, what it may be.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #11
    Bram Stoker
    “Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #12
    Mikhail Bulgakov
    “You're not Dostoevsky,' said the citizeness, who was getting muddled by Koroviev. Well, who knows, who knows,' he replied.
    'Dostoevsky's dead,' said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently.
    'I protest!' Behemoth exclaimed hotly. 'Dostoevsky is immortal!”
    Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

  • #13
    Kazuo Ishiguro
    “I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever.”
    Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

  • #14
    Franz Kafka
    “You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #15
    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.”
    Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

  • #16
    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “You are afraid to die?'
    Yes, everyone is.'
    But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together. Girls are caterpillars when they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don't you see - each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structures.”
    Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

  • #17
    Jane Austen
    “What are men to rocks and mountains?”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #18
    Jane Austen
    “Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #19
    Jane Austen
    “I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle. As a child I was taught what was right, but I was not taught to correct my temper. I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit. Unfortunately an only son (for many years an only child), I was spoilt by my parents, who, though good themselves (my father, particularly, all that was benevolent and amiable), allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and overbearing; to care for none beyond my own family circle; to think meanly of all the rest of the world; to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared with my own. Such I was, from eight to eight and twenty; and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth! What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled. I came to you without a doubt of my reception. You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #20
    Anaïs Nin
    “I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
    Anais Nin

  • #21
    Franz Kafka
    “Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #22
    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."
    How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!
    Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.
    Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so."
    I started from her.
    She was gazing on me with eyes from which all fire, all meaning had flown, and a face colorless and apathetic.
    "Is there a chill in the air, dear?" she said drowsily. "I almost shiver; have I been dreaming? Let us come in. Come; come; come in.”
    Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

  • #23
    Bram Stoker
    “Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #24
    Phoebe Waller-Bridge
    “-I don't know what to do with it -
    -With what?
    -With all the love I have for her. I don't know...where to - put it now.”
    Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Fleabag: The Scriptures

  • #25
    Elena Ferrante
    “Children don’t know the meaning of yesterday, of the day before yesterday, or even of tomorrow, everything is this, now: the street is this, the doorway is this, the stairs are this, this is Mamma, this is Papa, this is the day, this the night.”
    Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

  • #26
    Elena Ferrante
    “We were twelve years old, but we walked along the hot streets of the neighborhood, amid the dust and flies that the occasional old trucks stirred up as they passed, like two old ladies taking the measure of lives of disappointment, clinging tightly to each other. No one understood us, only we two—I thought—understood one another.”
    Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

  • #27
    Alasdair Gray
    “Dear God I am tired. It is late. Writing like Shakespeare is hard work for a woman with a cracked head who cannot spell properly.”
    Alasdair Gray, Poor Things

  • #28
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #29
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #30
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “... the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein: The 1818 Text



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