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  • #1
    Jane Austen
    “I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #2
    Jane Austen
    “but for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.”
    Jane Austen

  • #3
    Louisa May Alcott
    “I like good strong words that mean something…”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #4
    Louisa May Alcott
    “I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #5
    Louisa May Alcott
    “I want to do something splendid...something heroic or wonderful that won't be forgotten after I'm dead. I don't know what, but I'm on the watch for it and mean to astonish you all someday.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #6
    Louisa May Alcott
    “Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #7
    Louisa May Alcott
    “I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #8
    Louisa May Alcott
    “Laurie, you're an angel! How shall I ever thank you?"
    "Fly at me again. I rather liked it," said Laurie, looking
    mischievous, a thing he had not done for a fortnight.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

  • #9
    Louisa May Alcott
    “Some stories are so familiar its like going home.”
    Louisa May Alcott

  • #10
    Holly Black
    “Mortals are fragile,' I say.
    'Not you,' he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. 'You never break.”
    Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

  • #11
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #12
    Madeline Miller
    “Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #13
    Madeline Miller
    “I saw then how I had changed. I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? It was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. It was enough.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #14
    Bob Marley
    “You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.”
    Bob Marely

  • #15
    Elle Kennedy
    “How am I supposed to pass this makeup if I’m studying with people who are as dumb as I am? I need you, Wellsy.” Wellsy? Is that a nickname? And how on earth does he know that my last name is Wells? I never told—argh. Damn sign-up sheet.”
    Elle Kennedy, The Deal

  • #16
    Madeline Miller
    “He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #17
    John  Green
    “You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #18
    Franz Kafka
    “I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.”
    Franz Kafka



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