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“Books are feelings,” he replied simply. “They exist to make us feel. To connect us to what’s inside, sometimes to things we don’t even know are there. It only makes sense that some of what we feel when we’re reading would . . . rub off.”
We read not to escape life but to learn how to live it more deeply and richly, to experience the world through the eyes of the other.
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He said all truly good writing—fiction or nonfiction—has a heartbeat, a life force that comes from the writer, like an invisible cord connecting them to the reader. Without it, the work is dead on arrival.”
When it came to love, there was always an imbalance, wasn’t there? Regardless of the relationship—parents, children, siblings, lovers—one party was always more invested than the other, more willing to hand over their power, to make themselves small, as the price for being loved.
To read a book is to take a journey, to travel into a vast unknown, to hear the voices of angels both living and dead.
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers. —Charles W. Eliot
that people’s lives were defined not by the scars they acquired but by what lay on the other side of those scars, by what’s done with the life they have left.
