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  • #1
    Albert Einstein
    “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #2
    Frank Zappa
    “So many books, so little time.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #3
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #4
    J.K. Rowling
    “If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

  • #5
    Mark Twain
    “If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
    Mark Twain

  • #6
    “I'm just like a chameleon. I adapt myself to other people's tastes to be popular. It's easier to fit in that way.”
    Lee Yeon, The Makeup Remover 화장 지워주는 남자 [Hwajang Jiwojuneun Namja]

  • #7
    “Your words control me and imprison me into being a pretty but silent photo. I have to dress and primp myself the way you want. I have to be quiet, since you'll abandon me when I'm ruined. But I am going to fight, and I'm not going to do what you want me to do. I'm going to step out from the photo. Because I am alive. I'm not just a photo!”
    Lee Yeon, The Makeup Remover 화장 지워주는 남자 [Hwajang Jiwojuneun Namja]

  • #8
    Ioan Slavici
    “Nu-i nimic mai iute decat gandul,iar vorba poarta gandul dintr-un om in altul.”
    Ioan Slavici, Mara

  • #9
    Hwang Bo-Reum
    “Every one of us is like an island; alone and lonely. It's not a bad thing. Solitude sets us free, just as loneliness brings depth to our lives. In the novels I like, the characters are like isolated islands. In the novels I love, the characters used to be like isolated islands, until their fates gradually intertwined; the kind of stories where you whisper, 'You were here?' and a voice answers, 'Yes, always.”
    Hwang Bo-reum, Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop

  • #10
    Hwang Bo-Reum
    “Sometimes I think about how lucky it is that I enjoy the wind. When the evening breeze blows, I thank it for clearing up the stuffiness in me and letting me breathe easier.”
    Hwang Bo-reum, Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop

  • #11
    Hwang Bo-Reum
    “What happened to the holes?’
    ‘The holes?’
    ‘Yeah. You said you made the buttons but were stuck because there were no holes. How is it now?’
    Minjun shook his head, trying to chase away the sleepiness. He stared up at his friend, a thoughtful look on his face.
    ‘Easy. I changed my shirt. This time I cut the holes first before I make the buttons that fit. Now, the shirt is buttoned up nicely.”
    Hwang Bo-reum, Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop

  • #12
    Hwang Bo-Reum
    “Dissonance before moments of harmony makes the harmony sound beautiful. Just as harmony and dissonance exist side by side in music, life is the same. Because harmony is preceded by dissonance, that's why we think life's beautiful.”
    Hwang Bo-reum, Welcome to the Hyunam-Dong Bookshop

  • #13
    George Topîrceanu
    “Banalitatea e glasul mare al generaţiilor trecute, pe când paradoxul e numai vocea piţigăiată a unui ins care vrea să facă impresie. Omenirea ştie de mult acest lucru.”
    George Topîrceanu, Minunile Sfântului Sisoe

  • #14
    Axie Oh
    “Stories are both an escape from the truths of the world and the only way to see them clearly.”
    Axie Oh, The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea

  • #15
    Sun-mi Hwang
    “Just because you're the same kind doesn't mean you're all one happy family. The important thing is to understand each other. That's love!”
    Sun-mi Hwang, The Hen Who Dreamed She Could Fly

  • #16
    Sun-mi Hwang
    “That's all there is to it. We look different, so we don't understand each other's inner thoughts, but we cherish each other in our own way. I respect you.”
    Sun-mi Hwang, The Hen Who Dreamed She Could Fly

  • #17
    Sun-mi Hwang
    “Maybe she’d overreacted to the farmer’s conversation with his wife. If his wings had been clipped, Greentop would have been one of the ducks. Perhaps she should have sent him along with the other ducks when the leader asked her to give him up.”
    Sun-mi Hwang, The Hen Who Dreamed she Could Fly

  • #18
    Sun-mi Hwang
    “Sprout was the best name in the world. A sprout grew into a leaf and embraced the wind and the sun before falling and rotting and turning into mulch for bringing fragrant flowers into bloom. Sprout wanted to do something with her life, just like the sprouts on the acacia tree. That was why she’d named herself after them. Nobody called her Sprout, and she knew her life wasn’t like a sprout’s, but still the name made her feel good.”
    Sun-mi Hwang

  • #19
    June Hur
    “There is one lesson all who enter the capital will learn: evil comes from the unfulfilled need for significance.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones
    tags: evil

  • #20
    June Hur
    “We must learn to embrace the new seasons in our lives. There is a season to gain, a season to lose; a season for peace, a season for war; a season to laugh, a season to mourn, and to betray.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones

  • #21
    June Hur
    “When we believe, we hold on to what we think is true. But when we have a conviction, that truth holds on to us.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones

  • #22
    June Hur
    “My fingers numb, I reached into my robe, and it took a while for me to feel the crinkled paper I was looking for. I slipped it out and unfolded the sheet on which I had drawn my brother's face. His lightly shaded eyes, his round face, his timid smile.

    He belonged to the past, a place he would never leave, not even to come looking for me.

    I kissed the sheet and then tore it in half, then in half again, the paper hissing with each motion. I opened my fingers and let the torn pieces be swept away like moths on the wind.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones

  • #23
    June Hur
    “Everyone here in the bureau is too quick to judge, and it will end in the death of someone innocent. But you, you are an eavesdropper. The only person in this bureau who truly listens.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones

  • #24
    June Hur
    “This is the consequence of the clash of old and new. We must prepare our hearts, all of us. No matter which side wins, we will all be heartbroken.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones

  • #25
    June Hur
    “The dead are gone, yet we live in their shadows.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones

  • #26
    June Hur
    “Unmindful of the killings, a lone bird called out a blissful song, the welcoming of a new day.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones

  • #27
    June Hur
    “It was strange how sadness reached so deeply into my chest for a man I had never spoken to.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones

  • #28
    June Hur
    “I looked out at the expanse and knew where he had gone.

    He had sunk into the sea of rebirth, into the rushing of ten thousand rivers. Closing my eyes, I prayed to the heavens that in his next life, orabeoni would be surrounded by people whose hearts brimmed with kindness. And I would brim with kindness to those around me, because my brother could be anywhere. His life could be hidden in the form of a child, an ant, or a blind turtle adrift in the waters.

    Perhaps, if I listened closely, I might even hear his heartbeat come from the depth of the sea.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones

  • #29
    June Hur
    “You were my sister for too short a time. So read these pages in the afterworld, and when we greet each other again, remember to call me "Older Brother.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones

  • #30
    June Hur
    “This investigation is nothing more to you than a mere crime among the multitude." Matron Kim's upper lip curled slightly. "My daughter died on her birthday. I made a jeogori jacket for her as a gift, sewed the silk pieces together myself, and I knew the length and circumference of her arms, the length and breadth of her torso, all measured meticulously. I knew her. She was my daughter. And from the day of her death, all you saw was a crime to be solved. From that day, you disrespected my affection for my daughter, and even now, you speak to me with a cruel, impatient look in your eyes.”
    June Hur, The Silence of Bones
    tags: grief



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