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  • #1
    Charlotte Brontë
    “If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #2
    John Steinbeck
    “...and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.”
    John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

  • #3
    David  Mitchell
    “Creation unfolds, around us, despite us and through us, at the speed of days and nights, and we like to call it "love”
    David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

  • #4
    Federico García Lorca
    “To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”
    Federico García Lorca, Blood Wedding and Yerma

  • #5
    Richard Dawkins
    “We are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further.”
    Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion

  • #6
    Richard Dawkins
    “I am against religion because it teaches us to be satisfied with not understanding the world.”
    Richard Dawkins

  • #7
    George Orwell
    “What can you do, thought Winston, against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself, who gives your arguments a fair hearing and then simply persists in his lunacy?”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #8
    E.L. James
    “My inner goddess is jumping up and down, clapping her hands like a five year old.”
    E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

  • #9
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “It was as if they had leapt over the arduous cavalry of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.”
    Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
    tags: love

  • #10
    Zelda Fitzgerald
    “Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
    Zelda Fitzgerald

  • #11
    Jerome K. Jerome
    “...when evening fell and the grey twilight spread its dusky robe upon the waters, she stretched her arms out to the silent river that had known her sorrow and her joy. And the old river had taken her into its gentle arms, and had laid her weary head upon its bosom, and had hushed away the pain.”
    Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

  • #12
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #13
    Jane Austen
    “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #14
    Niccolò Machiavelli
    “Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.”
    Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince

  • #15
    Jane Austen
    “Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly ever does.”
    Jane Austen, Emma

  • #16
    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

  • #17
    Kathryn Stockett
    “Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?”
    Kathryn Stockett, The Help

  • #18
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #19
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
    Rumi

  • #20
    Terry Pratchett
    “Modesty is only arrogance by stealth.”
    Terry Pratchett, The Long Earth

  • #21
    Federico García Lorca
    “But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.”
    Federico Garcia Lorca

  • #22
    Neil Gaiman
    “Nothing's ever the same," she said. "Be it a second later or a hundred years. It's always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

  • #23
    Ron Currie Jr.
    “Time and again the people still in the camp, realizing they were now trapped, called to God in a hundred different dialects. He laughed and cried at once. He had so many names, yet could not answer to any of them.”
    Ron Currie Jr., God Is Dead

  • #24
    Virginia Woolf
    “He turned from the sight of human ignorance and human fate and the sea eating the ground we stand on, which, had he been able to contemplate it fixedly might have led to something; and found consolation in trifles so slight compared with the august theme just now before him that he was disposed to slur that comfort over, to deprecate it, as if to be caught happy in a world of misery was for an honest man the most despicable of crimes.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #25
    Pablo Neruda
    “I want
    To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
    Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

  • #26
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “With her Florentino Ariza learned what he had already experienced many times without realizing it: that one can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them. Alone in the midst of the crowd on the pier, he said to himself in a flash of anger: 'My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse.”
    Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
    tags: love

  • #27
    Albert Camus
    “Thus, though I possess nothing, have given away my fortune, camp by the side of all my houses, I can still be blessed with all riches when I choose, set sail at every hour, unknown to despair. There is no country for those who despair, but I know that the sea comes before and after me, and hold my madness ready.”
    Albert Camus, The Sea Close By

  • #28
    Alfred C. Kinsey
    “Males do not represent two discrete populations; heterosexual and homosexual. The world is not to be divided into sheep and goats, and not all things are black nor all things white. It is a fundamental of taxonomy that nature rarely deals with discrete categories. Only the human mind invents categories and tries to force facts into separated pigeon-holes. The living world is a continuum in each and every one of its aspects. The sooner we learn this concerning human sexual behaviour, the sooner we shall reach a sound understanding of the realities of sex.”
    Alfred Kinsey, Sexual Behavior in the Human Male

  • #29
    Neil Gaiman
    “I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it. Listen: even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes; in hospitals and forests and abbatoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 3: Dream Country

  • #30
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.”
    Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude



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