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“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Destroying things is much easier than making them.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite. ”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“Niemand ist mehr Sklave, als der sich für frei hält, ohne es zu sein.

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Elective Affinities

“If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale

“She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale

“A wave of yet more tender joy escaped from his heart, and went coursing in warm flood along his arteries. Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of, or would ever know of, broke upon and illumined his memory..”
― James Joyce, Dubliners

“and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”
― James Joyce, Dubliners

“The best things, he always used to say, are put together of a night and vanish with the morning. What people call the floating world, Ono, was a world Gisaburo knew how to value.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, An Artist of the Floating World

“Good-bye, my moonsong and my breath, my white nights and golden days, my fresh water and my fire. Good-bye, and may you find a better life, find comfort again and your breathless smile, and when your beloved face lights up once more at the Western sunrise, be sure what I felt for you was not in vain. Good-bye and have faith, my Tatiana.”
― Paullina Simons, The Bronze Horseman

“We are going to fight. We are going to be hurt. And in the end, we will stand.”
― Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three

“«No. Ma io le chiederei la stessa cosa. Posso servirlo solo se sono un prete? Solo se sono cattolico? Non lo credo più, monsignore. Ho visto troppo. Voglio fare il bene per dei motivi validi. Non per il timore di essere giudicato o per quello che penserà la gente. Non per le tradizioni o per le pressioni. Non perché ho paura o non mi sento all’altezza di cambiare. E non perché è ciò che si aspettano gli altri. Voglio compiere la Sua volontà. Ma questo è il mio cruccio principale, capire quale sia davvero la volontà di Dio. Non quella della Chiesa cattolica, ma la Sua volontà»”
― Amy Harmon, From Sand and Ash

“Eva una volta mi disse che c’erano solo due cose di cui fosse certa. Una era che nessuno conosce la vera natura di Dio. Nessuno. E l’altra cosa di cui era sicura era che mi amava. Ho scoperto di essermi ridotto alle stesse certezze. Amo Eva. L’amerò per sempre. E in quanto al resto? So solo di non sapere nient’altro.

Molti cercheranno di dirmi quale sia la volontà di Dio. Ma nessuno lo sa. Nessuno lo sa veramente. Perché Dio tace. Sempre. Dio tace e la mia angoscia è talmente intensa e assordante che in questo momento posso soltanto seguire la mia volontà e sperare che, in un modo o nell’altro, coincida con la Sua.”
― Amy Harmon, From Sand and Ash

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

“What is it, Angel?" she said, starting up. "Have they come for me?"

"Yes, dearest," he said. "They have come."

"It is as it should be," she murmured. "Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad! This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me!"

She stood up, shook herself, and went forward, neither of the men having moved.

"I am ready," she said quietly.”
― Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

“If there's one thing I've learned in all my time working with children, if I could whittle those years down to a single revelation, it's this: They are extraordinarily resilient. They can withstand neglect; they can survive abuse; they can endure, even thrive, where adults would collapse like umbrellas.”
― A.J. Finn, The Woman in the Window

“La gente malvagia non ha mai tempo per leggere.”
― Lemony Snicket

“... È che proprio i trentenni non esistono più, come gli gnomi, il dodo e gli esquimesi. Adesso c'è l'adolescenza, la postadolescenza e la fossa comune. I trentenni sono una categoria superata, a cui ci si attacca per nostalgia, come il posto fisso.”
― Zerocalcare

“Quello che pensi di te stesso è molto più importante di cio' che gli altri pensano di te.”
― Luciana Littizzetto

“The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.”
― Charles Dickens

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
― St. Augustine

“The desire for safety stands against every great and noble enterprise.”
― Tacitus

“Tutto passa. Passano le sofferenze e i dolori, passano il sangue, la fame, la pestilenza. La spada sparirà, le stelle invece resteranno, e ci saranno, le stelle, anche quando dalla terra saranno scomparse le ombre persino dei nostri corpi e delle nostre opere. Non c'è uomo che non lo sappia. Ma perché allora non vogliamo rivolgere lo sguardo alle stelle? Perché?”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The White Guard