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  • #1
    John Connolly
    “He will say less than he means, and conceal more than he reveals.”
    John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things

  • #2
    Milan Kundera
    “When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #3
    Sarah J. Maas
    “He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

  • #4
    Melina Marchetta
    “I don't despise you for what you allowed to happen to me. I despise you because when I was released, you refused to be found and I needed you more than anything in my life. Not to mend my broken bones, Arjuro. I needed my brother to mend my broken spirit.”
    Melina Marchetta, Froi of the Exiles

  • #5
    Philippa Gregory
    “I have given my word that only death will take me from you.”
    Philippa Gregory

  • #6
    Donna Tartt
    “Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #7
    Donna Tartt
    “Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #8
    Donna Tartt
    “It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #9
    Donna Tartt
    “Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #10
    Donna Tartt
    “There is nothing wrong with the love of Beauty. But Beauty - unless she is wed to something more meaningful - is always superficial.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #11
    Donna Tartt
    “It is is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #12
    Donna Tartt
    “Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls- which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? But isn't it also pain that often makes us most aware of self? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow old, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that's why we're so anxious to lose them, don't you think?”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #13
    Donna Tartt
    “Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one's surprise - in an entirely different world.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #14
    Ray Bradbury
    “A stranger is shot in the street, you hardly move to help. But if, half an hour before, you spent just ten minutes with the fellow and knew a little about him and his family, you might just jump in front of his killer and try to stop it. Really knowing is good. Not knowing, or refusing to know is bad, or amoral, at least. You can’t act if you don’t know.”
    Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

  • #15
    Ray Bradbury
    “Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.”
    Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

  • #16
    Ray Bradbury
    “Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.”
    Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

  • #17
    Ray Bradbury
    “God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.”
    Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

  • #18
    Ray Bradbury
    “Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?”
    Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

  • #19
    Ray Bradbury
    “..holding a book but reading the empty spaces.”
    Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

  • #20
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #21
    Markus Zusak
    “The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #22
    Markus Zusak
    “I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #23
    Markus Zusak
    “Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #24
    Markus Zusak
    “He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #25
    Markus Zusak
    “A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #26
    Markus Zusak
    “Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #27
    Markus Zusak
    “If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. ”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #28
    Markus Zusak
    “His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #29
    Markus Zusak
    “Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #30
    Markus Zusak
    “People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.”
    Marcus Zusak, The Book Thief



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