R

Add friend
Sign in to Goodreads to learn more about R.


Loading...
Virginia Woolf
“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.”
Virginia Woolf, The Years

Donna Tartt
“Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.”
Donna Tartt, The Secret History

L.M. Montgomery
“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.”
L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Ray Bradbury
“That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.”
Ray Bradbury

James Baldwin
“And this was perhaps the first time in my life that death occurred to me as a reality. I thought of the people before me who had looked down at the river and gone to sleep beneath it. I wondered about them. I wondered how they had done it—it, the physical act. I had thought of suicide when I was much younger, as, possibly, we all have, but then it would have been for revenge, it would have been my way of informing the world how awfully it had made me suffer. But the silence of the evening, as I wandered home, had nothing to do with that storm, that far off boy. I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine.”
James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

year in books
Candi
5,815 books | 2,948 friends

Dahlia
205 books | 22 friends

knittin...
1,164 books | 56 friends

Gabriela P
111 books | 8 friends

Helena
150 books | 12 friends

Percy
47 books | 14 friends

Elaine
244 books | 16 friends

donkeym...
156 books | 85 friends

More friends…



Polls voted on by R

Lists liked by R