Arushi Narang

“Anna Arkadyevna read and understood, but it was distasteful to her to read, that is, to follow the reflection of other people’s lives. She had too great a desire to live herself. If she read that the heroine of the novel was nursing a sick man, she longed to move with noiseless steps about the room of a sick man; if she read of a member of Parliament making a speech, she longed to be delivering the speech; if she read of how Lady Mary had ridden after the hounds, and had provoked her sister-in-law, and had surprised everyone by her boldness, she too wished to be doing the same. But there was no chance of doing anything; and twisting the smooth paper knife in her little hands, she forced herself to read.”
― Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“But I'd rather look like you than be pretty," she told Anne sincerely.

Anne laughed, sipped honey from the tribute, and cast away the sting.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

“Hear no evil, speak no evil, and you won't be invited to cocktail parties.”
― Oscar Wilde