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  • #1
    Donna Tartt
    “beauty alters the grain of reality. And I keep thinking too of the more conventional wisdom: namely, that the pursuit of pure beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful.
    Only what is that thing? Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see so clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet—for me, anyway—all that’s worth living for lies in that charm?”
    Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

  • #2
    Jennifer Niven
    “You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #3
    Jennifer Niven
    “The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #4
    I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control
    “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #5
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #6
    Oscar Wilde
    “Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #7
    Oscar Wilde
    “The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #8
    Oscar Wilde
    “Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #9
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am not young enough to know everything.”
    Oscar Wilde
    tags: age

  • #11
    Jane Austen
    “I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #12
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, Marginalia

  • #13
    G.K. Chesterton
    “We have all read in scientific books, and, indeed, in all romances, the story of the man who has forgotten his name. This man walks about the streets and can see and appreciate everything; only he cannot remember who he is. Well, every man is that man in the story. Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star. Thou shalt love the Lord thy God; but thou shalt not know thyself. We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forgot.”
    G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

  • #14
    G.K. Chesterton
    “Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.
    Thou shalt love the Lord thy God; but thou shalt not know thyself.
    We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful moment we remember that we forget.”
    G.K. Chesterton

  • #15
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    “What if you slept
    And what if
    In your sleep
    You dreamed
    And what if
    In your dream
    You went to heaven
    And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
    And what if
    When you awoke
    You had that flower in your hand
    Ah, what then?”
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Complete Poems

  • #16
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    “Day after day, day after day,
    We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
    As idle as a painted ship
    Upon a painted ocean.”
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

  • #17
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    “Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, forms our true honor.”
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  • #18
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    “What comes from the heart goes to the heart”
    samuel taylor coleridge

  • #19
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #20
    Pablo Neruda
    “I want
    To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
    Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

  • #21
    Pablo Neruda
    “Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #22
    Pablo Neruda
    “As if you were on fire from within.

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

  • #23
    Pablo Neruda
    “You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #24
    Pablo Neruda
    “Well, now
    If little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you
    Little by little
    If suddenly you forget me
    Do not look for me
    For I shall already have forgotten you

    If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
    And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
    Remember
    That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
    And my roots will set off to seek another land”
    Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems

  • #25
    Pablo Neruda
    “If You Forget Me

    I want you to know
    one thing.

    You know how this is:
    if I look
    at the crystal moon, at the red branch
    of the slow autumn at my window,
    if I touch
    near the fire
    the impalpable ash
    or the wrinkled body of the log,
    everything carries me to you,
    as if everything that exists,
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats
    that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

    Well, now,
    if little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you little by little.

    If suddenly
    you forget me
    do not look for me,
    for I shall already have forgotten you.

    If you think it long and mad,
    the wind of banners
    that passes through my life,
    and you decide
    to leave me at the shore
    of the heart where I have roots,
    remember
    that on that day,
    at that hour,
    I shall lift my arms
    and my roots will set off
    to seek another land.

    But
    if each day,
    each hour,
    you feel that you are destined for me
    with implacable sweetness,
    if each day a flower
    climbs up to your lips to seek me,
    ah my love, ah my own,
    in me all that fire is repeated,
    in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
    my love feeds on your love, beloved,
    and as long as you live it will be in your arms
    without leaving mine.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #26
    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

  • #27
    Virginia Woolf
    “Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #28
    Virginia Woolf
    “I am rooted, but I flow.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #29
    Sylvia Plath
    “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #30
    Sylvia Plath
    “The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #31
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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