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  • #1
    Oscar Wilde
    “She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. ”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #2
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle...”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #3
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #4
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away... and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast.... be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.... and don't expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #5
    Sylvia Plath
    “Do you know what a poem is, Esther?'
    No, what?' I would say.
    A piece of dust.'
    Then, just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, 'So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.'
    And of course Buddy wouldn't have any answer to that, because what I said was true. People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing poems people would remember and repeat to themselves when they were unhappy or sick or couldn't sleep.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #6
    William Blake
    “And throughout all Eternity
    I forgive you, you forgive me.
    As our dear Redeemer said:
    “This the Wine, and this the Bread.”
    William Blake

  • #7
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.”
    Charlotte Bronte, Villette

  • #8
    Charlotte Brontë
    “No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of Heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Villette

  • #9
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!”
    Charlotte Brontë, Villette

  • #10
    Charlotte Brontë
    “The love, born of beauty was not mine; I had nothing in common with it: I could not dare to meddle with it, but another love, venturing diffidently into life after long acquaintance, furnace-tried by pain, stamped by constancy, consolidated by affection’s pure and durable alloy, submitted by intellect to intellect’s own tests, and finally wrought up, by his own process, to his own unflawed completeness, this Love that laughed at Passion, his fast frenzies and his hot and hurried extinction, in this Love I had a vested interest; and whatever tended either to its culture or its destruction, I could not view impassibly.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Villette
    tags: love

  • #11
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I would not be you for a kingdom.'

    The remark was too naïve to rouse anger; I merely said -

    'Very good.'

    'And what would you give to be ME?' she inquired.

    'Not a bad sixpence - strange as it may sound', I replied. 'You are but a poor creature.'

    'You don't think so in your heart.'

    'No; for in my heart you have not the outline of a place: I only occasionally turn you over in my brain.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Villette

  • #12
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

  • #13
    E.E. Cummings
    “sweet spring is your
    time is my time is our
    time for springtime is lovetime
    and viva sweet love

    (all the merry little birds are
    flying in the floating in the
    very spirits singing in
    are winging in the blossoming)

    lovers go and lovers come
    awandering awondering
    but any two are perfectly
    alone there's nobody else alive

    (such a sky and such a sun
    i never knew and neither did you
    and everybody never breathed
    quite so many kinds of yes)

    not a tree can count his leaves
    each herself by opening
    but shining who by thousands mean
    only one amazing thing

    (secretly adoring shyly
    tiny winging darting floating
    merry in the blossoming
    always joyful selves are singing)

    sweet spring is your
    time is my time is our
    time for springtime is lovetime
    and viva sweet love”
    E. e. cummings

  • #14
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #15
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “What do you think?" shouted Razumihin, louder than ever, "you think I am attacking them for talking nonsense? Not a bit! I like them to talk nonsense. That's man's one privilege over all creation. Through error you come to the truth! I am a man because I err! You never reach any truth without making fourteen mistakes and very likely a hundred and fourteen. And a fine thing, too, in its way; but we can't even make mistakes on our own account! Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I'll kiss you for it. To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's. In the first case you are a man, in the second you're no better than a bird. Truth won't escape you, but life can be cramped. There have been examples. And what are we doing now? In science, development, thought, invention, ideals, aims, liberalism, judgment, experience and everything, everything, everything, we are still in the preparatory class at school. We prefer to live on other people's ideas, it's what we are used to! Am I right, am I right?" cried Razumihin, pressing and shaking the two ladies' hands.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #16
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “People with new ideas, people with the faintest capacity for saying something new, are extremely few in number, extraordinarily so, in fact.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #17
    Oscar Wilde
    “Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #18
    Haruki Murakami
    “What happens when people open their hearts?"
    "They get better.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #19
    Haruki Murakami
    “And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

  • #20
    Noam Chomsky
    “If you assume that there is no hope, you guarantee that there will be no hope. If you assume that there is an instinct for freedom, that there are opportunities to change things, then there is a possibility that you can contribute to making a better world.”
    Noam Chomsky



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