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“What are men to rocks and mountains?”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“And I fired four more times at a lifeless body and the bullets sank in without leaving a mark. And it was like giving four sharp knocks at the door of unhappiness.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Knowing that something is wrong and doing it anyway happens very often in life, and I doubt I will ever know why.”
― Lemony Snicket, Who Could That Be at This Hour?

“I was there in your forgetting, until I was forgot.”
― Lang Leav

“And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“Aha!"

My chaperone looked at me like I should aha! back, but all I could manage was a quiet "ah." I made a note to ha later.”
― Lemony Snicket, Who Could That Be at This Hour?

“I have always noticed that these artists and writers are very unbalanced”
― Agatha Christie, Dead Man's Folly

“Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking."
"An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.”
― Agatha Christie, Peril at End House

“Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“Never do anything yourself that others can do for you.”
― Agatha Christie, The Labours of Hercules

“Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else. But really there wasn't much point, and I gave up the idea out of laziness.”
― Albert Camus, L'Étranger

“A mountain walked or stumbled.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories

“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“I answered that, of recent years, I’d rather lost the habit of noting my feelings, and hardly knew what to answer. I could truthfully say I’d been quite fond of Mother— but really that didn’t mean much. All normal people, I added as on afterthought, had more or less desired the death of those they loved, at some time or another.”
― Albert Camus

“Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.”
― Friedrich von Logau

“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.”
― Carl Jung

“There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.”
― Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts