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  • #1
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”
    Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

  • #2
    E.L. James
    “This is me, Ana. All of me...and I'm all yours. What do I have to do to make you realize that? To make you see that I want you any way I can get you. That I love you.”
    E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

  • #3
    E.L. James
    “- "Why don't you like to be touched?"
    - "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia”
    E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

  • #4
    J.K. Rowling
    “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #5
    Franz Kafka
    “Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #6
    William Faulkner
    “Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.
    Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.”
    William Faulkner

  • #7
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “No medicine cures what happiness cannot.”
    Gabriel García Márquez

  • #8
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.”
    Gabriel Garcia Marquez

  • #9
    Nicholas Sparks
    “Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.”
    Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember

  • #10
    Valentin Rasputin
    “الرب أعطى النقود، والشيطان صنع ثقباً. وها هي نقود الرب تتسرب عبر ثقب الشيطان.”
    Valentin Rasputin, المهلة الأخيرة

  • #11
    E.L. James
    “I've never wanted more, until I met you.”
    E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

  • #12
    Samantha Young
    “I want to protect you while at the same time I want to shatter you,” he murmured against my lips, “but only in the best way possible.”
    Samantha Young, Echoes of Scotland Street

  • #13
    S.J. Watson
    “What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?”
    S.J. Watson, Before I Go to Sleep

  • #14
    Stefan Zweig
    “The strength of a love is always misjudged if we evaluate it by its immediate cause and not the stress that went before it, the dark and hollow space full of disappointment and loneliness that precedes all the great events in the heart's history.”
    Stefan Zweig, The Burning Secret and other stories

  • #15
    Kindle Alexander
    “I’ve never gotten over you. Ever. Not
    one day passed that I didn’t think about you. For me,you’re the love of my life. Wherever you are is exactly where
    I want to be.I’ve wasted too much time already. I don’t want to waste another single day without you. I want a future with you." - Colton Michaels”
    Kindle Alexander, Double Full

  • #16
    Henry Miller
    “Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me. [...] This is a little drunken, Anaïs. I am saying to myself "here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere." I remember your saying - "you could fool me, I wouldn't know it." When I walk along the boulevards and think of that. I can't fool you - and yet I would like to. I mean that I can never be absolutely loyal - it's not in me. I love women, or life, too much - which it is, I don't know. But laugh, Anaïs, I love to hear you laugh. You are the only woman who has a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance - no more, you seem to urge me to betray you. I love you for that. [...]
    I don't know what to expect of you, but it is something in the way of a miracle. I am going to demand everything of you - even the impossible, because you encourage it. You are really strong. I even like your deceit, your treachery. It seems aristocratic to me.”
    Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
    tags: love

  • #17
    Henry Miller
    “I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.”
    Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
    tags: sex

  • #18
    Henry Miller
    “When you surrender, the problem ceases to exist. Try to solve it,or conquer it, and you only set up more resistance. I am very certain now that, as I said therein, if I truly become what I wish to be, the burden will fall away. The most difficult thing to admit, and to realize with one’s whole being, is that you alone control nothing.”
    Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

  • #19
    Anaïs Nin
    “Things I forgot to tell you:

    That I love you, and that when I awake in the morning I use my intelligence to discover more ways of appreciating you.

    That when June comes back she will love you more because I have loved you. There are new leaves on the tip and climax of your already overrich head.

    That I love you.
    That I love you.
    That I love you.

    I have become an idiot like Gertrude Stein. That’s what love does to intelligent women. They cannot write letters anymore.”
    Anaïs Nin, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
    tags: love

  • #20
    Henry Miller
    “Don't expect me to be sane anymore. Don't let's be sensible. It was a marriage at Louveciennes—you can't dispute it. I came away with pieces of you sticking to me; I am walking about, swimming, in an ocean of blood, your Andalusian blood, distilled and poisonous... I can't see how I can go on living away from you—these intermissions are death. How did it seem to you when Hugo came back? Was I still there? I can't picture you moving about with him as you did with me. Legs closed. Frailty. Sweet, treacherous acquiescence. Bird docility. You became a woman with me. I was almost terrified by it. You are not just thirty years old—you are a thousand years old.

    Here I am back and still smouldering with passion, like wine smoking. Not a passion any longer for flesh, but a complete hunger for you, a devouring hunger.”
    Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953



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