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“Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind.”
― Jeanette Winterson

“As your lover describes you, so you are.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry

“No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“The fish,
Even in the fisherman's net,
Still carries,
The smell of the sea.”
― Mourid Barghouti

“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”
― Franz Kafka

“Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.”
― franz kafka

“Now I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you any more.”
― Franz Kafka

“In man's struggle against the world, bet on the world.”
― Franz Kafka

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Oh, please don't go—we'll eat you up—we love you so!”
― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

“In the years afterward, I fled whenever somebody began to understand me. That has subsided. But one thing remained: I don't want anybody to understand me completely. I want to go through life unknown. The blindness of others is my safety and my freedom.”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

“Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

“The creative process requires more than reason. Most original thinking isn't even verbal. It requires 'a groping experimentation with ideas, governed by intuitive hunches and inspired by the unconscious.' The majority of business men are incapable of original thinking because they are unable to escape from the tyranny of reason. Their imaginations are blocked.”
― David Ogilvy, Confessions of an Advertising Man

“On the average, five times as many people read the headline as read the body copy. When you have written your headline, you have spent eighty cents out of your dollar.”
― David Ogilvy

“Hard work never killed a man. Men die of boredom, psychological conflict, and disease. They do not die of hard work.”
― David Ogilvy

“committees can criticize, but they cannot create.”
― David Ogilvy, Ogilvy on Advertising

“What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul”
― Victor Hugo , Les Misérables

“Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.”
― Milan Kundera

“You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.”
― Milan Kundera

“When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being