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  • #1
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #2
    Patricia Highsmith
    “I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

  • #3
    Patricia Highsmith
    “It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

  • #4
    Patricia Highsmith
    “I know what they'd like, they'd like a blank they could fill in. A person already filled in disturbs them terribly.”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

  • #5
    Patricia Highsmith
    “But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.”
    Patricia Highsmith, Carol
    tags: love

  • #6
    Patricia Highsmith
    “What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
    tags: love

  • #7
    Patricia Highsmith
    “January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

  • #8
    Patricia Highsmith
    “Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

  • #9
    Patricia Highsmith
    “Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

  • #10
    Patricia Highsmith
    “It always gets late with you. - Is that a compliment?”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
    tags: carol

  • #11
    Patricia Highsmith
    “Was it love or wasn't it that she felt for Carol? And how absurd it was that she didn't even know. She had heard about girls falling in love, and she knew what kind of people they were and what they looked like. Neither she nor Carol looked like that. Yet the way she felt about Carol passed all the tests for love and fitted all the descriptions.”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

  • #12
    Patricia Highsmith
    “I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

  • #13
    Toni Morrison
    “Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #14
    Toni Morrison
    “Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #15
    Toni Morrison
    “She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #16
    Toni Morrison
    “Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #17
    Toni Morrison
    “You are your best thing”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #18
    Toni Morrison
    “There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #19
    Toni Morrison
    “Me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #20
    Toni Morrison
    “In this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despise it. They don't love your eyes; they'd just as soon pick em out. No more do they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it. And O my people they do not love your hands. Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face 'cause they don't love that either. You got to love it, you! And no, they ain't in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again. What you say out of it they will not heed. What you scream from it they do not hear. What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give you leavins instead. No, they don't love your mouth. You got to love it. This is flesh I'm talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved. Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I'm telling you. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. and all your inside parts that they'd just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them. The dark, dark liver--love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved

  • #21
    Toni Morrison
    “if they put an iron circle around your neck I will bite it away”
    Toni Morrison, Beloved
    tags: love

  • #22
    George Orwell
    “Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #23
    George Orwell
    “Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #24
    George Orwell
    “War is peace.
    Freedom is slavery.
    Ignorance is strength.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #25
    George Orwell
    “The best books... are those that tell you what you know already.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #26
    George Orwell
    “If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #27
    George Orwell
    “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #28
    George Orwell
    “If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #29
    George Orwell
    “We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #30
    George Orwell
    “But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.”
    George Orwell, Politics and the English Language



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