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  • #1
    Gregory Maguire
    “People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.”
    Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

  • #2
    Mark Twain
    “′Classic′ - a book which people praise and don't read.”
    Mark Twain

  • #3
    Philip Pullman
    “I'll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we'll cling together so tight that nothing and no one'll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you... We'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams... And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they wont' just be able to take one, they'll have to take two, one of you and one of me, we'll be joined so tight...”
    Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials - The Trilogy: The Golden Compass / The Subtle Knife / The Amber Spyglass

  • #4
    Erasmus
    “When I have a little money, I buy books; and if I have any left, I buy food and clothes.”
    Desiderius Erasmus Roterodamus

  • #5
    Oscar Wilde
    “Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #6
    William Shakespeare
    “Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  • #7
    Stephen Chbosky
    “I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #8
    George Eliot
    “It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
    George Eliot

  • #9
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
    Mahatma Gandhi

  • #10
    Charles Dickens
    “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #11
    John Updike
    “Dreams come true. Without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them. ”
    John Updike

  • #12
    Charles Dickens
    “Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #13
    E.E. Cummings
    “anyone lived in a pretty how town
    (with up so floating many bells down)
    spring summer autumn winter
    he sang his didn't he danced his did

    Women and men(both little and small)
    cared for anyone not at all
    they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
    sun moon stars rain

    children guessed(but only a few
    and down they forgot as up they grew
    autumn winter spring summer)
    that noone loved him more by more

    when by now and tree by leaf
    she laughed his joy she cried his grief
    bird by snow and stir by still
    anyone's any was all to her

    someones married their everyones
    laughed their cryings and did their dance
    (sleep wake hope and then)they
    said their nevers they slept their dream

    stars rain sun moon
    (and only the snow can begin to explain
    how children are apt to forget to remember
    with up so floating many bells down)

    one day anyone died i guess
    (and noone stooped to kiss his face)
    busy folk buried them side by side
    little by little and was by was

    all by all and deep by deep
    and more by more they dream their sleep
    noone and anyone earth by april
    wish by spirit and if by yes.

    Women and men (both dong and ding)
    summer autumn winter spring
    reaped their sowing and went their came
    sun moon stars rain”
    E. E. Cummings, Selected Poems
    tags: love

  • #14
    Benjamin Franklin
    “Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
    Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanack

  • #15
    Khaled Hosseini
    “Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.”
    Khaled Hosseini

  • #16
    Nathaniel Hawthorne
    “Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.”
    Nathaniel Hawthorne

  • #17
    E.E. Cummings
    “Unbeing dead isn't being alive.”
    E. E. Cummings

  • #18
    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

  • #19
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
    “Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one's own sunshine.”
    Ralph Waldo Emerson

  • #20
    E.E. Cummings
    “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
    I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
    I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
    and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
    higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

    I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #21
    Suzanne Collins
    “Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
    A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
    Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
    And when it's morning again, they'll wash away
    Here it's safe, here it's warm
    Here the daisies guard you from every harm
    Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
    Here is the place where I love you.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #22
    Elizabeth Bishop
    “The art of losing isn't hard to master;
    so many things seem filled with the intent
    to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

    Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
    of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.

    Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
    places, and names, and where it was you meant
    to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

    I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
    next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.

    I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
    some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
    I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

    ---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
    I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
    the art of losing's not too hard to master
    though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.”
    Elizabeth Bishop, One Art

  • #23
    Samuel Beckett
    “We are all born mad. Some remain so.”
    Samuel Beckett

  • #24
    William Shakespeare
    “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
    William Shakespeare, The Tempest

  • #25
    William Shakespeare
    “Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
    Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
    Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
    And do not drop in for an after-loss:
    Ah! do not, when my heart hath ‘scaped this sorrow,
    Come in the rearward of a conquered woe;
    Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
    To linger out a purposed overthrow.
    If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
    When other petty griefs have done their spite,
    But in the onset come: so shall I taste
    At first the very worst of fortune’s might;
    And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
    Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.”
    William Shakespeare

  • #26
    Emily Brontë
    “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. 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 cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #27
    Emily Brontë
    “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
    Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights

  • #28
    Kazuo Ishiguro
    “I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I'd ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy, and he'd wave, and maybe even call.”
    Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

  • #29
    Haruki Murakami
    “Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand still.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #30
    Deb Caletti
    “We are all a volume on a shelf of a library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands. A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as fiesty; we are thickly layered, page upon lying page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together.”
    Deb Caletti, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart



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