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  • #1
    Pierce Brown
    “I will love you until the sun dies. And when it does, I will love you in the darkness.”
    Pierce Brown, Iron Gold

  • #2
    Pierce Brown
    “There is evil in us, as there is good. But we do not regret our good as we do our evil. So we know what we are, my daughter. We know what we are.”
    Pierce Brown, Dark Age

  • #3
    Pierce Brown
    “Matter, how tiny my share Time, how brief my allotment Fate, how small my roll to play Self, all that can be mastered”
    Pierce Brown, Dark Age

  • #4
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket.
    But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

  • #5
    Leo Tolstoy
    “He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #7
    Leo Tolstoy
    “I think... if it is true that
    there are as many minds as there
    are heads, then there are as many
    kinds of love as there are hearts.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #7
    John Crowley
    “Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the kiss; then you step back, and the eyes fill up your vision, then the eyes are framed in the face as you step further away; the face then is part of a body, and then the body is framed in a doorway, then the doorway framed in the trees beside it. The path grows longer and the door smaller, the trees fill up your sight and the door is lost, then the path is lost in the woods and the woods lost in the hills. Yet somewhere in the center still is the kiss. That's what time is like.”
    John Crowley, Engine Summer

  • #8
    Robert A. Heinlein
    “Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
    Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

  • #9
    Bob Marley
    “You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.”
    Bob Marley

  • #10
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enought to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #11
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Go out in the early days of winter, after the first cold snap of the season. Find a pool of water with a sheet of ice across the top, still fresh and new and clear as glass. Near the shore the ice will hold you. Slide out farther. Farther. Eventually you'll find the place where the surface just barely bears your weight. There you will feel what I felt. The ice splinters under your feet. Look down and you can see the white cracks darting through the ice like mad, elaborate spiderwebs. It is perfectly silent, but you can feel the sudden sharp vibrations through the bottoms of your feet.
    That is what happened when Denna smiled at me.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #12
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
    and rightdoing there is a field.
    I'll meet you there.

    When the soul lies down in that grass
    the world is too full to talk about.”
    Rumi



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