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  • #1
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Wasn’t friendship its own miracle, the finding of another person who made the entire lonely world seem somehow less lonely?”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #2
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “...things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #3
    Bernhard Schlink
    “Why? Why does what was beautiful suddenly shatter in hindsight because it concealed dark truths? Why does the memory of years of happy marriage turn to gall when our partner is revealed to have had a lover all those years? Because such a situation makes it impossible to be happy? But we were happy! Sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily. Because happiness is only real if it lasts forever? Because things always end painfully if they contained pain, conscious or unconscious, all along? But what is unconscious, unrecognized pain?”
    Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

  • #4
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “he was worried because to be alive was to worry. Life was scary; it was unknowable. Even Malcolm’s money wouldn’t immunize him completely. Life would happen to him, and he would have to try to answer it, just like the rest of them. They all—Malcolm with his houses, Willem with his girlfriends, JB with his paints, he with his razors—sought comfort, something that was theirs alone, something to hold off the terrifying largeness, the impossibility, of the world, of the relentlessness of its minutes, its hours, its days.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #5
    Ian McEwan
    “But how to do feelings? All very well to write "She felt sad", or describe what a sad person might do, but what of sadness itself, how was that put across so it could be felt in all its lowering immediacy? Even harder was the threat, or the confusion of feeling contradictory things.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #6
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “You won’t understand what I mean now, but someday you will: the only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #7
    Bernhard Schlink
    “There's no need to talk about it, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.”
    Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

  • #8
    Ian McEwan
    “Nothing that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #9
    Gillian Flynn
    “It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #10
    Gillian Flynn
    “I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we'd say, Yeah, he's a Cool Guy.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #11
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “He experienced the singular pleasure of watching people he loved fall in love with other people he loved.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #12
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “Sometimes he wakes so far from himself that he can’t even remember who he is. “Where am I?” he asks, desperate, and then, “Who am I? Who am I?”
    And then he hears, so close to his ear that it is as if the voice is originating inside his own head, Willem’s whispered incantation. “You’re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You’re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You’re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs.
    “You’re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen.
    “You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way.
    “You’re a lawyer. You’re the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it.
    “You’re a mathematician. You’re a logician. You’ve tried to teach me, again and again.
    “You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #13
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “He had looked at Jude, then, and had felt that same sensation he sometimes did when he thought, really thought of Jude and what his life had been: a sadness, he might have called it, but it wasn't a pitying sadness; it was a larger sadness, one that seemed to encompass all the poor striving people, the billions he didn't know, all living their lives, a sadness that mingled with a wonder and awe at how hard humans everywhere tried to live, even when their days were so very difficult, even when their circumstances were so wretched. Life is so sad, he would think in those moments. It's so sad, and yet we all do it.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

  • #14
    Hanya Yanagihara
    “I know how you feel, Willem," Andy had said in one of their secret conversations, "but he doesn't want you to admire him; he wants you to see him as he is. He wants you to tell him that his life, as inconceivable as it is, is still a life.”
    Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
    tags: life

  • #15
    Haruki Murakami
    “I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once. ”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #16
    Bernhard Schlink
    “I'm not frightened. I'm not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, forgive its vice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete and that thing is love.”
    Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

  • #17
    Bernhard Schlink
    “I thought that if the right time gets missed, if one has refused or been refused something for too long, it's too late, even if it is finally tackled with energy and received with joy. Or is there no such thing as "too late"? Is there only "late," and is "late" always better than "never"? I don't know.”
    Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

  • #18
    Gillian Flynn
    “My gosh, Nick, why are you so wonderful to me?'

    He was supposed to say: You deserve it. I love you.

    But he said, 'Because I feel sorry for you.'

    'Why?'

    'Because every morning you have to wake up and be you.”
    Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

  • #19
    Ian McEwan
    “Now and then, an inch below the water's surface, the muscles of his stomach tightened involuntarily as he recalled another detail. A drop of water on her upper arm. Wet. An embroidered flower, a simple daisy, sewn between the cups of her bra. Her breasts wide apart and small. On her back, a mole half covered by a strap. When she climbed out of the pond a glimpse of the triangular darkness her knickers were supposed to conceal. Wet. He saw it, he made himself see it again. The way her pelvic bones stretched the material clear of the skin, the deep curve of her waist, her startling whiteness. When she reached for her skirt, a carelessly raised foot revealed a patch of soil on each pad of her sweetly diminished toes. Another mole the size of a farthing on her thigh and something purplish on her calf--a strawberry mark, a scar. Not blemishes. Adornments.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #20
    Ian McEwan
    “Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad faith can every quite cheapen. She repeated them, with exactly the same slight emphasis on the second word, as though she were the one to say them first. He had no religious belief, but it was impossible not to think of an invisible presence or witness in the room, and that these words spoken aloud were like signatures on an unseen contract.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement
    tags: love

  • #21
    Ian McEwan
    “They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future. There was nothing but obliterating sensation, thrilling and swelling, and the sound of fabric on fabric and skin on fabric as their limbs slid across each other in this restless, sensuous wrestling. ... They moved closer, deeper and then, for seconds on end, everything stopped. Instead of an ecstatic frenzy, there was stillness. They were stilled not by the astonishing fact of arrival, but by an awed sense of return - they were face to face in the gloom, staring into what little they could see of each other's eyes, and now it was the impersonal that dropped away.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement
    tags: love, sex

  • #22
    Ian McEwan
    “In that shrinking moment he discovered that he had never hated anyone until now. It was a feeling as pure as love, but dispassionate and icily rational.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #23
    André Aciman
    “Did I want him to act? Or would I prefer a lifetime of longing provided we both kept this little Ping-Pong game going: not knowing, not-not-knowing, not-not-not-knowing? Just be quiet, say nothing, and if you can't say "yes," don't say "no," say "later." Is this why people say "maybe" when they mean "yes," but hope you'll think it's "no" when all they really mean is, Please, just ask me once more, and once more after that?
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #24
    André Aciman
    “And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #25
    André Aciman
    “We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!”
    Andre Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #26
    André Aciman
    “Do I like you?’ I wanted to sound incredulous, as though to question how he could ever have doubted such a thing. But then I thought better of it and was on the point of softening the tone of my answer with a meaning-fully evasive Perhaps that was supposed to mean Abso-lutely, when I let my tongue loose: ‘Do I like you, Oliver? I worship you.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #27
    Sanai
    “Unable to perceive the shape of You,
    I find You all around me.
    Your presence fills my eyes with Your love,
    It humbles my heart,
    For You are everywhere.”
    Hakim Sanai



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