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  • #1
    Oscar Wilde
    “Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #2
    Oscar Wilde
    “I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #3
    Oscar Wilde
    “And what sort of lives do these people, who pose as being moral, lead themselves? My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #5
    Oscar Wilde
    “every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #6
    Herman Melville
    “As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #7
    Herman Melville
    “Who ain’t a slave? Tell me that. Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about—however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way— either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other’s shoulder-blades, and be content.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

  • #8
    Herman Melville
    “Know ye now, Bulkington? Glimpses do ye seem to see of that mortally intolerable truth; that all deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea; while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore?

    But as in landlessness alone resides highest truth, shoreless, indefinite as God- so better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee, even if that were safety! For worm-like, then, oh! who would craven crawl to land! Terrors of the terrible! is all this agony so vain? Take heart, take heart, O Bulkington! Bear thee grimly, demigod! Up from the spray of thy ocean-perishing- straight up, leaps thy apotheosis!”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #9
    Herman Melville
    “We felt very nice and snug, the more so since it was so chilly out of doors; indeed out of bed-clothes too, seeing that there was no fire in the room. The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more. But if the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed, in the general consciousness you feel delightfully and unmistakably warm. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blanket between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #10
    Herman Melville
    “Ahab and aguish lay stretched together in one hammock.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #11
    Herman Melville
    “He offered a prayer so deeply devout that he seemed kneeling and praying at the bottom of the sea.”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #12
    George Orwell
    “We are the dead,' he said.
    'We're not dead yet,' said Julia prosaically.
    'Not physically. Six months, a year – five years, conceivably. I am afraid of death. You are young, so presumably you're more afraid of it than I am. Obviously we shall put it off as long as we can. But it makes very little difference. So longs as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.'
    'Oh, rubbish! Which would you sooner sleep with, me or a skeleton? Don't you enjoy being alive? Don't you like feeling: This is me, this is my hand, this is my leg, I'm real, I'm solid, I'm alive!”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #13
    Robert Louis Stevenson
    “If he be Mr. Hyde" he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek.”
    Robert Louis Stevenson, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

  • #14
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #15
    “I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn't even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn't talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”
    Yiwei Chai

  • #16
    Oscar Wilde
    “Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #17
    Robert Louis Stevenson
    “about as emotional as a bagpipe.”
    Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

  • #18
    Ben Elton
    “No!" Jimmy protested.”
    Ben Elton, Meltdown

  • #19
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “And you as well must die, beloved dust,
    And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
    This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
    This body of flame and steel, before the gust.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems: Edna St. Vincent Millay
    tags: death, dust

  • #20
    Greta Gerwig
    “Just because my dreams are different than yours, it doesn't mean they're unimportant.”
    Greta Gerwig, Little Women: The Screenplay

  • #21
    Louisa May Alcott
    “There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #22
    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

  • #23
    Donna Tartt
    “Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #24
    Donna Tartt
    “Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #25
    Donna Tartt
    “Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #26
    Toni Morrison
    “Let the children come,' and they ran from the trees toward her. 'Let your mothers hear you laugh,' she told them. And the woods rang. The adults looked on and could not help smiling. Then, 'let the grown men come,' she shouted. They stepped out one by one from among the ringing trees. 'Let your wives and your children see you dance,' she told them. And ground life shuddered beneath their feet. Finally, she called the women to her. 'Cry,' she told them. 'For the living and the dead, just cry.' And without covering their eyes, the women let loose. It started that way, laughing children, dancing men, crying women. And then it got mixed up. Women stopped crying and danced. Men sat down and cried. Children danced. Women laughed. Children cried until exhausted.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #27
    Toni Morrison
    “In this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despise it. They don't love your eyes; they'd just as soon pick em out. No more do they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my people they do not love your hands. Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face 'cause they don't love that either. You got to love it, you! And no, they ain't in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again. What you say out of it they will not heed. What you scream from it they do not hear. What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give you leavins instead. No, they don't love your mouth. You got to love it. This is flesh I'm talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved. Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I'm telling you. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. and all your inside parts that they'd just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them. The dark, dark liver--love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #28
    Toni Morrison
    “Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #29
    Toni Morrison
    “And carnival or no carnival, Denver preferred the venomous baby to him any day.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #30
    Toni Morrison
    “Life rolled over dead. Or so he thought.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved



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