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  • #1
    Victor Hugo
    “The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #2
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #3
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #4
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
    "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #5
    Virginia Woolf
    “Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #6
    Virginia Woolf
    “What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #7
    William Golding
    “Maybe there is a beast… maybe it's only us.”
    William Golding, Lord of the Flies

  • #8
    William Golding
    “If faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything?”
    William Golding, Lord of the Flies

  • #9
    Vincent van Gogh
    “...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”
    Vincent Willem van Gogh

  • #10
    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

  • #11
    Daphne du Maurier
    “He belonged to a walled city of the fifteenth century, a city of narrow, cobbled streets, and thin spires, where the inhabitants wore pointed shoes and worsted hose. His face was arresting, sensitive, medieval in some strange inexplicable way, and I was reminded of a portrait seen in a gallery I had forgotten where, of a certain Gentleman Unknown. Could one but rob him of his English tweeds, and put him in black, with lace at his throat and wrists, he would stare down at us in our new world from a long distant past—a past where men walked cloaked at night, and stood in the shadow of old doorways, a past of narrow stairways and dim dungeons, a past of whispers in the dark, of shimmering rapier blades, of silent, exquisite courtesy.”
    Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #12
    Louisa May Alcott
    “I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #13
    Louisa May Alcott
    “I ask not for any crown
    But that which all may win;
    Nor try to conquer any world
    Except the one within.”
    Louisa May Alcott

  • #14
    Louisa May Alcott
    “Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.”
    Louisa May Alcott

  • #15
    Louisa May Alcott
    “There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #16
    Louisa May Alcott
    “The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.”
    Louisa May Alcott

  • #17
    Louisa May Alcott
    “I want to do something splendid...something heroic or wonderful that won't be forgotten after I'm dead. I don't know what, but I'm on the watch for it and mean to astonish you all someday.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #18
    Louisa May Alcott
    “Let us be elegant or die!”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #19
    Louisa May Alcott
    “Don't try to make me grow up before my time…”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #20
    Louisa May Alcott
    “You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #21
    Virginia Woolf
    “No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own / Three Guineas

  • #22
    Virginia Woolf
    “How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #23
    Virginia Woolf
    “For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #24
    Virginia Woolf
    “Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”
    Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

  • #25
    Virginia Woolf
    “I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

  • #26
    Virginia Woolf
    “For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #27
    Aldous Huxley
    “All right then," said the savage defiantly, I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
    "Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind."
    There was a long silence.
    "I claim them all," said the Savage at last.”
    Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

  • #28
    Aldous Huxley
    “There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self.”
    Aldous Huxley

  • #29
    Aldous Huxley
    “It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
    Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
    Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
    Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.

    I was so preposterously serious in those days, such a humorless little prig.
    Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me.
    When it comes to dying even. Nothing ponderous, or portentous, or emphatic.
    No rhetoric, no tremolos,
    no self conscious persona putting on its celebrated imitation of Christ or Little Nell.
    And of course, no theology, no metaphysics.
    Just the fact of dying and the fact of the clear light.

    So throw away your baggage and go forward.
    There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
    trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
    That’s why you must walk so lightly.
    Lightly my darling,
    on tiptoes and no luggage,
    not even a sponge bag,
    completely unencumbered.”
    Aldous Huxley , Island

  • #30
    Aldous Huxley
    “I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.”
    Aldous Huxley, Brave New World



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