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  • #1
    T.S. Eliot
    “Do I dare
    Disturb the universe?
    In a minute there is time
    For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”
    T.S. Eliot

  • #2
    T.S. Eliot
    “For last year's words belong to last year's language
    And next year's words await another voice.”
    T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

  • #3
    T.S. Eliot
    “This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper.”
    T.S. Eliot

  • #4
    T.S. Eliot
    “We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.”
    T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party

  • #5
    T.S. Eliot
    “April is the cruelest month, breeding
    lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    memory and desire, stirring
    dull roots with spring rain.”
    T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

  • #6
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “We loved with a love that was more than love.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #7
    Henry David Thoreau
    “I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”
    Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

  • #8
    Henry David Thoreau
    “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”
    Henry David Thoreau

  • #9
    Virginia Woolf
    “Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

  • #10
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “And the rest is rust and stardust.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #11
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

  • #12
    Arthur Miller
    “I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.”
    Arthur Miller, The Crucible

  • #13
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #14
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #15
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #16
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #17
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
    Fitzgerald F. Scott, The Great Gatsby

  • #18
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #19
    Zelda Fitzgerald
    “She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.”
    Zelda Fitzgerald, The Collected Writings

  • #20
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #21
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #22
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #23
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #24
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'

    You'll always be like this to me.'

    Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism

  • #25
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #26
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

    --The Sensible Thing”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories

  • #27
    Donna Tartt
    “It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #28
    Madeline Miller
    “When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #29
    Margaret Atwood
    “Last year I abstained
    this year I devour

    without guilt
    which is also an art”
    Margaret Atwood, You are Happy

  • #30
    L.M. Montgomery
    “November--with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes--days full of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees. What cared they? Old Tom had built his roof well, and his chimney drew.”
    L.M. Montgomery



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