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“There is no better distraction in this world than losing oneself in books for awhile.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“You see, but you do not observe.”
― Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, A Scandal in Bohemia

“People don't find it very sympathetic or endearing, a woman who puts herself first.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“Marianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very far away, happening without her, and she didn't know if she would ever find out where it was or become part of it.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People

“What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.”
― Celeste Ng, Everything I Never Told You

“he placed his hands
on my mind
before reaching
for my waist
my hips
or my lips
he didn't call me
beautiful first
he called me
exquisite

- how he touches me”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

“And for the first time in too many years, I know that I'm loved for exactly who I am.”
― Chloe Liese, Always Only You

“I used to build dreams about you.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
― Bernard M. Baruch

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“But yes,” he said wearily. “As I could, I loved you. Now will you go? Live.” “I, too,” she said. “In a childish way, as girls love heroes that come in the night, I loved you.”
― Katherine Arden, The Girl in the Tower

“Talvolta penso che il paradiso sia leggere continuamente, senza fine.”
― Virginia Woolf

“Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others.”
― Brian Jacques, Redwall

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

“The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“As it so happens, Mr. Jest, I’ve sometimes come to believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast…”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless

“And a few seconds after that, the entire building starts collapsing in on itself. I watch over Hudson’s shoulder as wood and glass and stone and metal come tumbling down, the arena literally tearing itself apart piece by piece.
Hudson’s words come back to me now, as does that moment when I was returning his powers to him—the moment when I realized just how infinite they really are.
The amount of power it takes to tear the arena down and hurt no one.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crush

“I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,” I murmur against her skin. Grace lets out a startled cry as she stares at me with eyes that are suddenly filled with tears, shock coloring her features. For a second, my stomach starts to sink—I was right. It was too much, too soon. But then she reaches up and cups my face in her trembling hands. And whispers, “I remember. Oh my God, Hudson. I remember everything.” But wait—there’s more!”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Who did that Klimt sketch remind you of when you bought it?” “You.” The answer comes fast and honest. “I just didn’t know it yet.”
― Tracy Wolff, Crave

“Look, Anna,” she says in a panic, “I’ve raised you close to center. Don’t let anyone pull you to the outer edges.”
She rushes to our front-room window. “Your
grandfather is here. No matter what he says, don’t let him draw you into his imaginary world.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe

“Unhand me,” Grandfather barks, “you badge-
bunny of uncivil justice.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe

“What did my fingers do before they held him?”
― Sylvia Plath