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  • #1
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

  • #2
    Oscar Wilde
    “You can never be overdressed or overeducated.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #3
    Oscar Wilde
    “You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”
    oscar wilde

  • #4
    Thomas Wyatt
    “I find no peace, and all my war is done,
    I fear and hope; I burn and freeze like ice;
    I fly above the wind yet can I not arise;
    And naught I have and all the world I seize on.
    That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison,
    And holdeth me not, yet can I scape nowise;
    Nor letteth me live nor die at my devise,
    And yet of death it giveth none occasion.
    Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain;
    I desire to perish, and yet I ask health;
    I love another, and thus I hate myself;
    I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain.
    Likewise displeaseth me both death and life
    And my delight is causer of this strife.”
    Sir Thomas Wyatt, Selected Poems

  • #5
    Shel Silverstein
    “...I am writing these poems from inside a lion...”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #6
    Erin Morgenstern
    “The sign outside this tent is accompanied by a small box full of smooth black stones. The text instructs you to take one with you as you enter. Inside, the tent is dark, the ceiling covered with open black umbrellas, the curving handles hanging down like icicles. In the center of the room there is a pool. A pond enclosed within a black stone wall that is surrounded by white gravel. The air carries the salty tinge of the ocean. You walk over to the edge to look inside. The gravel crunches beneath your feet. It is shallow, but it is glowing. A shimmering, shifting light cascades up through the surface of the water. A soft radiance, enough to illuminate the pool and the stones that sit at the bottom. Hundreds of stones, each identical to the one you hold in your hand. The light beneath filters through the spaces between the stones. Reflections ripple around the room, making it appear as though the entire tent is underwater. You sit on the wall, turning your black stone over and over in your fingers. The stillness of the tent becomes a quiet melancholy. Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds. The stone feels heavier in your hand. When you drop it in the pool to join the rest of the stones, you feel lighter. As though you have released something more than a smooth polished piece of rock.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #7
    Daphne du Maurier
    “Because I want to; because I must; because now and forever more this is where I belong to be.”
    Daphne Du Maurier, Jamaica Inn

  • #8
    Susan         Hill
    “They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank charnel houses and overgrown graveyards, of footsteps creaking upon staircases and fingers tapping at casements, of howlings and shriekings, groanings and scuttlings and the clanking of chains, of hooded monks and headless horseman, swirling mists and sudden winds, insubstantial specters and sheeted creatures, vampires and bloodhounds, bats and rats and spiders, of men found at dawn and women turned white-haired and raving lunatic, and of vanished corpses and curses upon heirs.”
    Susan Hill

  • #9
    Bram Stoker
    “I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #10
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems

  • #11
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “You - you alone will have the stars as no one else has them...In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...You - only you - will have stars that can laugh.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, El Principito

  • #12
    Neil Gaiman
    “Nobody will ever hurt her. She’ll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.”
    Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

  • #13
    Erin Morgenstern
    “The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #14
    Erin Morgenstern
    “I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.' 'But you built me dreams instead.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #15
    Erin Morgenstern
    “Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #16
    Erin Morgenstern
    “Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #17
    Daphne du Maurier
    “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.”
    Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #18
    Daphne du Maurier
    “If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #19
    Daphne du Maurier
    “I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #20
    Daphne du Maurier
    “Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #21
    Daphne du Maurier
    “The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”
    Daphne DuMaurier, Rebecca

  • #22
    Daphne du Maurier
    “I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is
    alone.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #23
    Daphne du Maurier
    “A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #24
    Pablo Neruda
    “As if you were on fire from within.

    The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #25
    Erin Morgenstern
    “And there are always those who would watch Alexandria burn.
    There always have been. There always will be.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

  • #26
    Erin Morgenstern
    “The pirate is a metaphor but also still a person.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

  • #27
    Erin Morgenstern
    “A quality muffin is just a cupcake without frosting,”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

  • #28
    Erin Morgenstern
    “(The wind does not like to be confused. confusion ruins its sense of direction and direction is everything to the wind.)”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

  • #29
    Erin Morgenstern
    “We are all stardust and stories.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

  • #30
    Erin Morgenstern
    “Not all stories speak to all listeners, but all listeners can find a story that does, somewhere, sometime. In one form or another.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea



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