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  • #1
    Ernest Hemingway
    “Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."
    "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"
    "Yes. I want to ruin you."
    "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.”
    Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

  • #2
    Ann Brashares
    “When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.”
    Ann Brashares, Girls in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood

  • #3
    Edna Ferber
    “But always, to her, red and green cabbages were to be jade and burgundy, chrysoprase and prophyry. Life has no weapons against a woman like that.”
    Edna Ferber, So Big

  • #4
    Giorgio Vasari
    “These rough sketches, which are born in an instant in the heat of inspiration, express the idea of their author in a few strokes, while on the other hand too much effort and diligence sometimes saps the vitality and powers of those who never know when to leave off.”
    Giorgio Vasari

  • #5
    Mary Renault
    “One must live as if it would be forever, and as if one might die each moment. Always both at once.”
    Mary Renault, The Persian Boy

  • #6
    Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious
    “Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    with your one wild and precious life?”
    Mary Oliver

  • #7
    Mary  Stewart
    “Every life has death and every light has shadow. Be content to stand in the light and let the shadow fall where it will.”
    Mary Stewart, The Hollow Hills

  • #8
    Eavan Boland
    “As soon as I take down her book and open it...My skies rise higher and hang younger stars.”
    Eavan Boland

  • #9
    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

  • #10
    Mark Helprin
    “The shelf was filled with books that were hard to read, that could devastate and remake one's soul, and that, when they were finished, had a kick like a mule.”
    Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale

  • #11
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #12
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #13
    Lewis Carroll
    “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

  • #14
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind

  • #15
    Jack Kerouac
    “There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll

  • #16
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “Language is the source of misunderstandings.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

  • #17
    “I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.”
    Le Testament d'Orphée

  • #18
    Ray Bradbury
    “Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #19
    Maya Angelou
    “When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.”
    Maya Angelou

  • #20
    Sara Baume
    “This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.”
    Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

  • #21
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Summer has no day,' she said. 'We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...it has no day.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #22
    Viktor Nekrasov
    “August was nearly over - the month of apples and falling stars, the last care-free month for the school children. The days were not hot, but sunny and limpidly clear - the first sign of advancing autumn.”
    Victor Nekrasov

  • #23
    Albert Camus
    “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
    Albert Camus

  • #24
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • #25
    J.K. Rowling
    “Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #26
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

  • #27
    “Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
    We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”
    Humbert Wolfe

  • #28
    Sylvia Plath
    “August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #29
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #30
    William Shakespeare
    “Love all, trust a few,
    Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
    Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
    Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
    But never tax'd for speech.”
    William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well



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