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  • #1
    Terry Goodkind
    “She looked so beautiful in the moonlight, but it wasn't only the way she looked, it was what was inside her, everything from her intelligence and courage to her wit, and the special smile she gave only to him. He would slay a dragon, if there were such a thing, just to see that smile. He knew he would never want anyone else for as long as he lived. He would rather spend the rest of his life alone than with someone else. There could be no one else.”
    Terry Goodkind, Wizard's First Rule

  • #2
    Neil Gaiman
    “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

  • #3
    Albert Einstein
    “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #4
    Leigh Bardugo
    “You will invite me to a fine dinner. We’ll both drink too much wine. You’ll get me to talk about myself, the pressures of my position, the sadness of my past. Perhaps I’ll shed a tear or two. You’ll listen sensitively and astutely and somehow discover my secret self. Something like that?”
    Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

  • #5
    Leigh Bardugo
    “None of that. A full night’s sleep might put you in a good mood, and I need you at your most disgruntled.” “Keep spewing inanities and you may see me at my worst.” “All Saints, are you saying I haven’t seen you at your worst?” Zoya tossed her hair. “If you had, you’d be under the covers, gibbering prayers.” “A unique way of getting me into bed, but who am I to question your methods?”
    Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

  • #6
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Ehri did not wish to be charmed. “Must you make a joke of everything?” “I must. By royal mandate and the curse of my own disposition. I find life quite unbearable without laughter.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

  • #7
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I have a gift for persuasion. I once talked a tree out of its leaves.” “Nonsense.” “Well, it was autumn. I can’t take full credit.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

  • #8
    Caroline Kepnes
    “Most people wouldn’t like their friends if they got into their phones.”
    Caroline Kepnes, You Love Me

  • #9
    Olivie Blake
    “Oh, it comforts him, really, not that he’ll ever admit it. Knowing the truth of my sordid nature only confirms Tristan’s deepest suspicions about humanity,” Parisa replied to Libby’s inner thoughts, catching her sidelong glance. “I’m confident Tristan could be stabbed mid-climax and still find the strength to groan out ‘I was right’ before succumbing to the cavernous embrace of death.”
    Olivie Blake, The Atlas Six

  • #10
    T.H. White
    “Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically--to those who hardly think about us in return.”
    T.H. White, The Once and Future King

  • #11
    Lemony Snicket
    “It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.”
    Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?

  • #12
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #13
    Alain de Botton
    “Every fall into love involves the triumph of hope over self-knowledge. We fall in love hoping we won't find in another what we know is in ourselves, all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty, compromise, and stupidity. We throw a cordon of love around the chosen one and decide that everything within it will somehow be free of our faults. We locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through our union with the beloved hope to maintain (against the evidence of all self-knowledge) a precarious faith in our species.”
    Alain de Botton, On Love

  • #14
    T.H. White
    “Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness. Unfortunately the happiness is there. There is always the chance (about eight hundred and fifty to one) that another heart will come to mine. I can't help hoping, and keeping faith, and loving beauty. Quite frequently I am not so miserable as it would be wise to be.”
    T.H. White, Ghostly, Grim and Gruesome

  • #15
    Jay Kristoff
    “Cuddlegiver?” Tric hissed. “Better than Pigfiddler.” “’Byss and blood, Mia…” “What?” she smirked. “I’m sure you give lovely cuddles”
    Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

  • #16
    Jay Kristoff
    “The books we love, they love us back. And just as we mark our places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us.”
    Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

  • #17
    Jay Kristoff
    “Arses are like wine, Mister Kindly. Better too little than too much.”
    Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

  • #18
    James  Islington
    “The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was standing next to him. Her alabaster skin was flawless. Her long black hair was loose, cascading down her back almost to her waist, shining in the sunlight. She had a perfectly oval face, with full, red lips and cheeks rosy from the climb up the hill. Her eyes were blue, not like the ocean or the sky, but something deeper, stronger, more indefinable. She turned to him, smiling, and those eyes shone as they gazed upon him. So focused. As if he were the only thing in the world, or at least the only thing of importance.”
    James Islington, The Shadow of What Was Lost



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