Majca > Majca's Quotes

“And God,
please let the deer
on the highway
get some kind of heaven.
Something with tall soft grass
and sweet reunion.
Let the moths in porch lights
go some place
with a thousand suns,
that taste like sugar
and get swallowed whole.
May the mice
in oil and glue
have forever dry, warm fur
and full bellies.
If I am killed
for simply living,
let death be kinder
than man.”
― Althea Davis

“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“And when enough people are quiet for long enough, a handful of voices can give the impression that everyone is screaming.”
― Fredrik Backman, Beartown

“Our strength comes from that magic, from the earth and the sky, from the fire and the water. Fly high, swim deep, give back to the earth what she gives you...”
― Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest

“The end of the story is of your making, nobody else's. You can do with it as you choose. There are as many paths open to your hero as branches on a great tree. They are wonderful and terrible, and plain and twisted. They touch and part and intermingle, and you can follow them whatever way you will.”
― Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest

“We never joke about bunnies, Bunny.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“But I wasn't listening. I wasn't stopping. Because we were already running away again, me and my imagination.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“Grace to live at all—none of us did anything to deserve it. Being born. We spend our lives trying to figure out how to pay back the debt of being. And to whom we might pay it.”
― Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

“Living happened until it didn't. There was no choice in it. To say no to a new day would be unthinkable. So each morning you said yes, then stepped into the consequence.”
― Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

“We rest; A dream has power to poison sleep.
We rise; One wandering thought pollutes the day.
We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away;
It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of departure still is free.
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but mutability!”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on the rock. I wished sometimes to shake off all thought and feeling, but I learned that there was but one means to overcome the sensation of pain, and that was death -- a state which I feared yet did not understand.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“We talk about love like it's an involuntary act. We fall into love, like a hole, a puddle, an elevator shaft. We never step mindfully into love. Love we seem to think, requires a loss of control; love necessitates that vertiginous giving over to gravity; love wants you to have no choice.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“But justice doesn’t exist, and the truth doesn’t matter, not in the real world.”
― Holly Jackson, Good Girl, Bad Blood

“Good and bad didn't matter here. There were only winners. And he only won if she let him. That was justice.”
― Holly Jackson, Good Girl, Bad Blood

“Bloody mountains!” Wendell exclaimed after we had been hiking uphill for perhaps forty-five seconds.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Seit du da bist, bin ich einsam.”
― Katharina Köller, Wild wuchern

“Manchmal kreig ich schon richtig auf mich selbst eine Wut. Wenn ich vor der Hütte auf den Bodenbrettern sitze und mir anschau, wie idyllisch die Welt vor mir daliegt, kriecht so ein Gefühl über mich, als hätt ich das alles hier gestohlen. Den Ausblick gestohlen und die Luft und die Sonnenwärme und die Pflänzchen, die sich da aus der Erde des Gemüsegartens kämpfen, und den Platz im Schatten, alles gestohlen und geraubt, weil nicht für mich gemacht. Und ich nehm mir, was ich brauch, und verteidige, was nur geht, mein kleines bisschen Leben mit Zähen und mit Klauen.”
― Katharina Köller

“Manchmal krieg ich schon richtig auf mich selbst eine Wut. Wenn ich vor der Hütte auf den Bodenbrettern sitze und mir anschau, wie idyllisch die Welt vor mir daliegt, kriecht so ein Gefühl über mich, als hätt ich das alles hier gestohlen. Den Ausblick gestohlen und die Luft und die Sonnenwärme und die Pflänzchen, die sich da aus der Erde des Gemüsegartens kämpfen, und den Platz im Schatten, alles gestohlen und geraubt, weil nicht für mich gemacht. Und ich nehm mir, was ich brauch, und verteidige, was nur geht, mein kleines bisschen Leben mit Zähen und mit Klauen.”
― Katharina Köller, Wild wuchern