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“I can still tend the rabbits, George? I didn't mean no harm, George.”
― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“— Червена точка ти нося! — похвали се той. — Знаех си стихотворението.
— Браво! — похвали го Ташев, взе го на ръце и го целуна по бузата.
— И две черни, обаче!
— Така ли? — правеше се на строг Ташев. — За какво?
— За плюене на другарче. Само един път го наплюх, а другарката ми сложи две черни точки.
— Друг път така да не правиш!
— След училище обаче го плюнах и за другата точка.”
― Братя Мормареви, Войната на таралежите

“Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love.

I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“Да крачиш пешком по света, като си подсвиркваш небрежно с уста - мигар може да има нещо по-красиво от това! И най-нехайно можеш да пъхнеш ръце в джобовете си, и с най-нехаен вид да крачиш по полето. Облак смръщи чело, удари гръм и плисне дъжд, а ти вървиш пешком и си подсвиркваш небрежно с уста, нищо че са ти мокри ушите от дъжда. Виелица се свие и преспи вълчи вдига, а ти вървиш през преспите пешком, като си подсвиркваш най-небрежно - мигар може нещо по-красиво от това да се измисли! И ей я бледата зеленина, показва мълчаливо своя нос, пчела жужи по нацъфтелите ливади, а пешеходецът върви пеша между пчелите, тревата бавно се изправя подир петите му и цялото поле дъхти на билка. Дълбоко вдишва пешеходецът миризмите на младата трева и си подсвирква най-небрежно.”
― Yordan Radichkov, Ние, врабчетата

“Janet! Donkeys!”
― Charles Dickens, David Copperfield

“I've found that there is always some beauty left -- in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition

“The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.”
― J.D. Salinger, Nine Stories

“Една жестока ножица със крясък
отхапа злобно моите коси,
разпръсна ги по пода като пясък,
гърба ми вече нищо не краси.”
― Петя Дубарова

“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.”
― William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

“Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“Sucks to your ass-mar!”
― William Golding, Lord of the Flies

“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

“It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

“Ah, if he could only die temporarily!”
― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

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

“Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”
― William Goldman, Four Screenplays with Essays: Marathon Man - Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid - The Princess Bride - Misery

“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”
― Henry David Thoreau

“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house."

[Notebook, Oct. 10, 1842]”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks: The Centenary Edition

“I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.”
― Brian Selznick, The Invention of Hugo Cabret

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

“My, how foolish I am! You know what I've always thought? I've always thought a body would have to be sick and dying before they saw the Lord. And I imagined that when He came it would be like looking at the Baptist window: pretty as colored glass with the sun pouring through, such a shine you don't know it's getting dark. And it's been a comfort: to think of that shine taking away all the spooky feeling. But I'll wager it never happens. I'll wager at the very end a body realizes the Lord has already shown Himself. That things as they are, just what they've always seen, was seeing Him. As for me, I could leave the world with today in my eyes.”
― Truman Capote, A Christmas Memory

“The mill owner's wife persist. 'A dollar, my foot! Fifty cents. That's my last offer. Goodness, woman, you can get another one.' In answer, my friend gently reflects: 'I doubt it. There's never two of anything.”
― Truman Capote, A Christmas Memory

“Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl