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“India has always had a strange way with her conquerors. In defeat, she beckons them in, then slowly seduces, assimilates and transforms them.”
― William Dalrymple, White Mughals: Love and Betrayal in Eighteenth-Century India

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Is there no way out of the mind?”
― Sylvia Plath

“I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.”
― Sylvia Plath , The Collected Poems

“I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“How frail the human heart must be―a mirrored pool of thought.”
― Sylvia Plath, Letters Home

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”
― George Orwell, Animal Farm

“The best books... are those that tell you what you know already.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history.”
― George Orwell

“To die hating them, that was freedom.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno

“There is no greater sorrow
Than to recall a happy time
When miserable.”
― Dante Alighieri

“Love, that moves the sun and the other stars”
― Dante Alighieri, Paradiso

“One should not pursue goals that are easily achieved. One must develop an instinct for what one can just barely achieve through one’s greatest efforts.”
― Albert Einstein

“If greed were not the master of modern man--ably assisted by envy--how could it be that the frenzy of economism does not abate as higher "standards of living" are attained, and that it is precisely the richest societies which pursue their economic advantage with the greatest ruthlessness? How could we explain the almost universal refusal on the part of the rulers of the rich societies--where organized along private enterprise or collective enterprise lines--to work towards the humanisation of work? It is only necessary to assert that something would reduce the "standard of living" and every debate is instantly closed. That soul-destroying, meaningless, mechanical, monotonous, moronic work is an insult to human nature which must necessarily and inevitably produce either escapism or aggression, and that no amount of of "bread and circuses" can compensate for the damage done--these are facts which are neither denied nor acknowledged but are met with an unbreakable conspiracy of silence--because to deny them would be too obviously absurd and to acknowledge them would condemn the central preoccupation of modern society as a crime against humanity.”
― E.F. Schumacher, Small Is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered

“Love and war are two different battlefields.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“Break the chains, my love.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“Personally, I do not want to make you a man. Men are so very frail. Men break. Men die. No, I’ve always wished to make a god.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“Without me, she would not eat. Without her, I would not live.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“We grew together, and now are grown. In her eyes, I see my heart. In her breath, I hear my soul. She is my land. She is my kin. My love.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“I live for you,” I say sadly. She kisses my cheek. “Then you must live for more.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“But she could be made from air, from the ether that binds the stars in a patchwork.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“Liars make the best promises.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“Rise so high, in mud you lie.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“Everyone's honest till they're caught in a lie.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“We’re all just wounded souls stumbling about in the dark, desperately trying to stitch ourselves together, hoping to fill the holes they ripped in us.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“What a beautiful mess we could have made of each other.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son