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  • #1
    Walt Whitman
    “This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
    Walt Whitman

  • #2
    Vera Brittain
    “There is still, I think, not enough recognition by teachers of the fact that the desire to think--which is fundamentally a moral problem--must be induced before the power is developed. Most people, whether men or women, wish above all else to be comfortable, and thought is a pre-eminently uncomfortable process.”
    Vera Brittain, Testament of Youth

  • #3
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #4
    Ezra Pound
    “Art that sells on production is bad art, essentially. It is art that is made to demand. It suits the public. The taste of the public is bad. The taste of the public is always bad. It is bad because it is not an individual expression, but merely a mania for assent, a mania to be 'in on it'.”
    Ezra Pound

  • #5
    Toni Morrison
    “She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #5
    Roald Dahl
    “So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
    Go throw your TV set away,
    And in its place you can install
    A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
    Then fill the shelves with lots of books.”
    Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

  • #6
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer

  • #7
    J.D. Salinger
    “People always clap for the wrong reasons.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #8
    Virginia Woolf
    “The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #9
    Virginia Woolf
    “I told you in the course of this paper that Shakespeare had a sister; but do not look for her in Sir Sidney Lee's life of the poet. She died young--alas, she never wrote a word. She lies buried where the omnibuses now stop, opposite the Elephant and Castle. Now my belief is that this poet who never wrote a word and was buried at the crossroads still lives. She lives in you and in me, and in many other women who are not here tonight, for they are washing up the dishes and putting the children to bed. But she lives; for great poets do not die; they are continuing presences; they need only the opportunity to walk among us in the flesh.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #11
    Emily Brontë
    “It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”
    Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

  • #12
    Ernest Hemingway
    “Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together."
    Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me.
    Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
    tags: love

  • #13
    Jane Austen
    “I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #14
    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

  • #15
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #16
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I am glad you are no relation of mine. I will never call you aunt again as long as I live. I will never come to visit you when I am grown up; and if any one asks me how I liked you, and how you treated me, I will say the very thought of you makes me sick, and that you treated me with miserable cruelty. . . . You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity. I shall remember how you thrust me back . . . into the red-room. . . . And that punishment you made me suffer because your wicked boy struck me—knocked me down for nothing. I will tell anybody who asks me questions this exact tale. ’Ere I had finished this reply, my soul began to expand, to exult, with the strangest sense of freedom, of triumph, I ever felt. It seemed as if an invisible bond had burst, and that I had struggled out into unhoped-for liberty. . . .”
    Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

  • #17
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; it seemed scattered on the wind then faintly blowing.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #18
    Jane Austen
    “There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #19
    Toni Morrison
    “How come it can’t fly no better than a chicken?’ Milkman asked.

    Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can’t nobody fly with all that [stuff]. Wanna fly, you got to give up the [stuff] that weighs you down.’

    The peacock jumped onto the hood of the Buick and once more spread its tail, sending the flashy Buick into oblivion.”
    Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

  • #21
    Dan    Brown
    “Small minds have always lashed out at what they don't understand.”
    Dan Brown

  • #22
    Oscar Wilde
    “nothing that is worth knowing can be taught”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #23
    Art Spiegelman
    “To die, it's easy. But you have to struggle for life.”
    Art Spiegelman, Maus I: A Survivor's Tale: My Father Bleeds History

  • #24
    Frank McCourt
    “You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.”
    Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes

  • #25
    Brigham Young
    “You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation.”
    Brigham Young

  • #26
    J.D. Salinger
    “What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #27
    Jack Kerouac
    “[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #28
    Ernest Hemingway
    “The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
    Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women

  • #29
    Emily Brontë
    “I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #30
    We accept the love we think we deserve.
    “We accept the love we think we deserve.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #31
    Willa Cather
    “Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.”
    Willa Cather, My Ántonia



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