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  • #1
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #2
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #3
    Robin Hobb
    “I think there is in the heart of a man a place made for wonder. It sleeps inside, awaiting fulfillment. All one’s life, one gathers treasures to fill it. Sometimes they are tiny glistening jewels: a flower blooming in the shelter of a fallen tree, the arch of a small child’s brow combined with the curve of her cheek. Sometimes, however, a trove falls into your hands all at once, as if some greedy pirate’s chest spilled before an unsuspecting beholder. Such were the dragons on the wing.”
    Robin Hobb, The Mad Ship

  • #4
    Anthony Doerr
    “So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light?”
    Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

  • #5
    Anthony Doerr
    “I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads.

    It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.”
    Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

  • #6
    Anthony Doerr
    “We rise again in the grass. In the flowers. In songs.”
    Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

  • #7
    Jojo Moyes
    “I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.”
    Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

  • #8
    Jennifer E. Smith
    “But there's no such thing as a completely fresh start. Everything new arrives on the heels of something old, and every beginning comes at the cost of an ending.”
    Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

  • #9
    Jennifer E. Smith
    “When there was nothing but space between you, everything felt like a leap.”
    Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

  • #10
    Jennifer E. Smith
    “Not everything can last. Not everything is supposed to mean something.”
    Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

  • #11
    Jennifer E. Smith
    “... they discover that sometimes it is a person rather than a place that anchors you most in the world.”
    Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

  • #12
    Sabaa Tahir
    “There are two kinds of guilt. The kind that's a burden and the kind that gives you purpose. Let your guilt be your fuel. Let it remind you of who you want to be. Draw a line in your mind. Never cross it again. You have a soul. It's damaged but it's there. Don't let them take it from you.”
    Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

  • #13
    Sabaa Tahir
    “Life is made of so many moments that mean nothing. Then one day, a single moment comes along to define every second that comes after. Such moments are tests of courage, of strength.”
    Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

  • #14
    Sabaa Tahir
    “I'd rather die than live with no mercy, no honor, no soul.”
    Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

  • #15
    Robin Hobb
    “Love isn't just about feeling sure of the other person, knowing what he would give up for you. It's knowing with certainty what you are willing to surrender for his sake. Make no mistake; each partner gives up something. Individual dreams are surrendered for a shared one.”
    Robin Hobb, The Mad Ship

  • #16
    Robin Hobb
    “Why can't people love one another and still remain free?" Althea demanded suddenly.

    Amber paused to rub her eyes, then tug thoughtfully at her earring. "One can love that way," she conceded regretfully. "But the price on that kind of love may be the highest of all." She strung her words together as carefully as she strung her beads. "To love another person like that, you have to admit that his life is as important as yours. Harder still, you have to admit to yourself that perhaps he has needs you cannot fill, and that you have tasks that will take you far away from him. It costs loneliness and longing and doubt and...”
    Robin Hobb, The Mad Ship

  • #17
    Robin Hobb
    “Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own.

    Wolves have no kings”
    Robin Hobb
    tags: sad

  • #18
    Robin Hobb
    “Everyone thinks that courage is about facing death without flinching. But almost anyone can do that. Almost anyone can hold their breath and not scream for as long as it takes to die.

    True courage is about facing life without flinching. I don't mean the times when the right path is hard, but glorious at the end. I'm talking about enduring the boredom, the messiness, and the inconvenience of doing what is right.”
    Robin Hobb, The Mad Ship

  • #19
    Robin Hobb
    “Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that. And no less.”
    Robin Hobb, The Mad Ship

  • #20
    Virginia Woolf
    “But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #21
    Virginia Woolf
    “Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #22
    Virginia Woolf
    “There is nothing staid, nothing settled, in this universe. All is rippling, all is dancing; all is quickness and triumph.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #23
    Becky Albertalli
    “The closest thing I’ve ever had to a journal is probably you.”
    Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

  • #24
    Anna Akhmatova
    “If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly, and my low spirits would brighten up.”
    Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

  • #25
    Virginia Woolf
    “Like a long wave, like a roll of heavy waters, he went over me, his devastating presence—dragging me open, laying bare the pebbles on the shore of my soul.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #26
    Virginia Woolf
    “I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns. I am rooted, but I flow.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #27
    Anita Desai
    “Isn't it strange how life won't flow, like a river, but moves in jumps, as if it were held back by locks that are opened now and then to let it jump forwards in a kind of flood?”
    Anita Desai

  • #28
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #29
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #30
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind



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