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  • #1
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #2
    Jamie Ford
    “He'd do what he always did, find the sweet among the bitter.”
    Jamie Ford, Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet
    tags: hope

  • #3
    Meg Rosoff
    “At the time, I didn't have the insight to wonder at the transient nature of despair, but now that I'm older I've seen how little it takes to turn a person's life around for better or worse. An event will do, or an Idea. Another person. An idea of a person. ”
    Meg Rosoff, What I Was

  • #4
    Paul Bowles
    “Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”
    Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky

  • #5
    Meg Rosoff
    “I am almost a hundred years old; waiting for the end, and thinking about the beginning.

    There are things I need to tell you, but would you listen if I told you how quickly time passes?

    I know you are unable to imagine this.

    Nevertheless, I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness, the bleak blackness of passions unrequited, or unexpressed, or unresolved.”
    Meg Rosoff, What I Was

  • #6
    Haruki Murakami
    “Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #7
    Alan Bradley
    “I'm at that age where I watch such things with two minds, one that cackles at these capers and another that never gets much beyond a rather jaded and self-conscious smile, like the Mona Lisa.”
    Alan Bradley, The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That’s it. That’s my heart.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #8
    Alan Bradley
    “Anyone who knew the word slattern was worth cultivating as a friend.”
    Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

  • #9
    Alan Bradley
    “I felt a pang -- a strange and inexplicable pang that I had never felt before.
    It was homesickness.
    Now, even more than I had earlier when I'd first glimpsed it, I longed to be transported into that quiet little landscape, to walk up the path, to take a key from my pocket and open the cottage door, to sit down by the fireplace, to wrap my arms around myself, and to stay there forever and ever.”
    Alan Bradley, The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag

  • #10
    Donna Tartt
    “I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #12
    Donna Tartt
    “Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #13
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #14
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Keep growing quietly and seriously throughout your whole development; you cannot disturb it more rudely than by looking outward and expecting from outside replies to questions that only your inmost feeling in your most hushed hour can perhaps answer.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #15
    “You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
    Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
    are moving across the landscapes,
    over the prairies and the deep trees,
    the mountains and the rivers.
    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
    are heading home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #16
    Jeffrey Eugenides
    “A love story can never be about full possession. The happy marriage, the requited love, the desire that never dims--these are lucky eventualites but they aren't love stories. Love stories depend on disappointment, on unequal births and feuding families, on matrimonial boredom and at least one cold heart. Love stories, nearly without exception, give love a bad name.

    We value love not because it's stronger than death but because it's weaker. Say what you want about love: death will finish it. You will not go on loving in the grave, not in any physical way that will at all resemble love as we know it on earth. The perishable nature of love is what gives love its importance in our lives. If it were endless, if it were on tap, love wouldn't hit us the way it does.

    And we certainly wouldn't write about it.”
    Jeffrey Eugenides, My Mistress's Sparrow Is Dead: Great Love Stories from Chekhov to Munro
    tags: love

  • #17
    Meg Rosoff
    “I felt a momentary urge to leap into the sea and swim free of the present. ”
    Meg Rosoff, What I Was

  • #18
    Meg Rosoff
    “Such a courageous boy I was. To act brazenly under scrutiny and risk further injury to my wounded heart. Ah, the resilience, the blind, dumb persistence of youth. ”
    Meg Rosoff, What I Was

  • #19
    Jeanette Winterson
    “They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?”
    Jeanette Winterson

  • #20
    Jeanette Winterson
    “It's hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.”
    Jeanette Winterson

  • #21
    Jeanette Winterson
    “While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.”
    Jeanette Winterson

  • #22
    Jeanette Winterson
    “She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave”
    Jeanette Winterson

  • #23
    Richard Brautigan
    “Karma Repair Kit Items 1-4.

    1.Get enough food to eat,
    and eat it.

    2.Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,
    and sleep there.

    3.Reduce intellectual and emotional noise
    until you arrive at the silence of yourself,
    and listen to it.

    4.”
    Richard Brautigan

  • #24
    Milan Kundera
    “We pass through the present with our eyes blindfolded. We are permitted merely to sense and guess at what we are actually experiencing. Only later when the cloth is untied can we glance at the past and find out what we have experienced and what meaning it has.”
    Milan Kundera, Laughable Loves

  • #25
    Libba Bray
    “Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one...one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were--damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn't true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn't be different for them, because they weren't special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can't be. There, now. Isn't that the scariest story you've ever heard?”
    Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

  • #26
    Libba Bray
    “When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.”
    Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

  • #27
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “There comes a time when we have deposited in it all our firstlings, all beginning, all confidence, the seeds of all that which might perhaps some day come to be. And suddenly we realize: All that has sunk into a deep sea, and we don't even know just when. We never noticed it. As though some one were to collect all his money, and buy a feather with it and stick the feather in his hat: whish!--the first breeze will carry it away. Naturally he arrives home without his feather, and nothing remains for him but to look back and think when it would have flown.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Stories of God

  • #28
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “To make myself understood and to diminish the distance between us, I called out: “I am an evening cloud too.” They stopped still, evidently taking a good look at me. Then they stretched towards me their fine, transparent, rosy wings. That is how evening clouds greet each other. They had recognized me.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Stories of God

  • #29
    W.B. Yeats
    “WINE comes in at the mouth
    And love comes in at the eye;
    That's all we shall know for truth
    Before we grow old and die.
    I lift the glass to my mouth,
    I look at you, and sigh.”
    W.B. Yeats

  • #30
    W.B. Yeats
    “What can be explained is not poetry.”
    W.B. Yeats



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