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“There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

“I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

“I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

“Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.
Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

“It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“Le verbe lire ne supporte pas l’impératif. Aversion qu’il aime partager avec quelques autres : le verbe « aimer »… le verbe « rêver »…”
― Daniel Pennac, Comme un roman

“Il y a ceux qui n'ont jamais lu et qui s'en font une honte, ceux qui n'ont plus le temps de lire et qui en cultivent le regret, il y a ceux qui ne lisent pas de romans, mais des livres *utiles*, mais des essais, mais des ouvrages techniques, mais des biographies, mais des livres d'histoire, il y a ceux qui lisent tout et n'importe quoi, ceux qui "dévorent" et dont les yeux brillent, il y a ceux qui ne lisent que les classiques, monsieur, "car il n'est meilleur critique que le tamis du temps", ceux qui passent leur maturité à "relire", et ceux qui ont lu le dernier untel et le dernier tel autre, car il faut bien, monsieur, se tenir au courant...
Mais tous, tous, au nom de la nécessité de lire.
Le dogme. (p. 78-79)”
― Daniel Pennac, Comme un roman

“Mais nous relisons surtout gratuitement, pour le plaisir de la répétition, la joie des retrouvailles, la mise à l'épreuve de l'intimité.”
― Daniel Pennac, Comme un roman

“Il y a ceux que le malheur effondre. Il y a ceux qui en deviennent tout rêveurs. Il y a ceux qui parlent de tout et de rien au bord de la tombe, et ça continue dans la voiture, de tout et de rien, pas même du mort, de petits propos domestiques, il y a ceux qui se suicideront après et ça ne se voit pas sur leur visage, il y a ceux qui pleurent beaucoup et cicatrisent vite, ceux qui se noyent dans les larmes qu'ils versent, il y a ceux qui sont contents, débarrassés de quelqu'un, il y a ceux qui ne peuvent plus voir le mort, ils essayent mais ils ne peuvent plus, le mort a emporté son image, il y a ceux qui voient le mort partout, ils voudraient l'effacer, ils vendent ses nippes, brûlent ses photos, déménagent, changent de continent, rebelotent avec un vivant, mais rien à faire, le mort est toujours là, dans le rétroviseur, il y a ceux qui pique-niquent au cimetière et ceux qui le contournent parce qu'ils ont une tombe creusée dans la tête, il y a ceux qui ne mangent plus, il y a ceux qui boivent, il y a ceux qui se demandent si leur chagrin est authentique ou fabriqué, il y a ceux qui se tuent au travail et ceux qui prennent enfin des vacances, il y a ceux qui trouvent la mort scandaleuse et ceux qui la trouvent naturelle avec un âge pour, des circonstances qui font que, c'est la guerre, c'est la maladie, c'est la moto, la bagnole, l'époque, la vie, il y a ceux qui trouvent que la mort c'est la vie.

Et il y a ceux qui font n'importe quoi. Qui se mettent à courrir, par exemple. À courir comme s'ils ne devaient jamais plus s'arrêter. C'est mon cas.”
― Daniel Pennac, La fata carabina

“Il y a donc de "bons" et de "mauvais" romans.
Le plus souvent, ce sont les seconds que nous trouvons d'abord sur notre route.
Et ma foi, quand ce fut mon tour d'y passer, j'ai le souvenir d'avoir trouvé ça "vachement bien". J'ai eu beaucoup de chance : on ne s'est pas moqué de moi, on n'a pas levé les yeux au ciel, on ne m'a pas traité de crétin. On a juste laissé traîner sur mon passage quelques "bons" romans en se gardant bien de m'interdire les autres.
C'était la sagesse. (p. 182)”
― Daniel Pennac, Comme un roman

“And in a small house five miles away was a man who held my mud-encrusted charm bracelet out to his wife.


Look what I found at the old industrial park," he said. "A construction guy said they were bulldozing the whole lot. They're afraid of sink holes like that one that swallowed the cars."


His wife poured him some water from the sink as he fingered the tiny bike and the ballet shoe, the flower basket and the thimble. He held out the muddy bracelet as she set down his glass.


This little girl's grown up by now," she said.


Almost. Not quite.


I wish you all a long and happy life.”
― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

“She sat in her room on the couch my parents had given up on and worked on hardening herself. Take deep breaths and hold them. Try to stay still for longer and longer periods of time. Make yourself small and like a stone. Curl the edges of yourself up and fold them under where no one can see.

~pg 29, Susie's sister Lindsey dealing with grief. ”
― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

“I knew something as I watched: almost everyone was saying goodbye to me. I was becoming one of the many little-girl-losts. They would go back to their homes and put me to rest, a letter from the past never to be reopened or reread. And I could say goodbye to them, wish them well, bless them somehow for their good thoughts. A handshake in the street, a dropped item picked up and retrieved and handed back, or a friendly wave from the distant window, a nod, a smile, a moment when the eyes lock over the antics of a child.”
― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

“The damage can fester under layers of time and change, and an ignorant, thoughtless remark can easily reopen the wound.”
― Alice Sebold

“I would do exactly what you are doing: I would talk to everyone I needed to, I would not tell too many people his name. When I was sure," she said, "I would find a quiet way, and I would kill him.”
― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
― E.E. Cummings

“Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.”
― E.E. Cummings

“You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.”
― E.E. Cummings

“for any ruffian of the sky
your kingbird doesn’t give a damn-
his royal warcry is I AM
and he’s the soul of chivalry

in terror of whose furious beak
(as sweetly singing creatures know)
cringes the hugest heartless hawk
and veers the vast most crafty crow

your kingbird doesn’t give a damn
for murderers of high estate
whose mongrel creed is Might Makes Right
-his royal warcry is I AM

true to his mate his chicks his friends
he loves because he cannot fear
(you see it in the way he stand
and looks and leaps upon the air)”
― E.E. Cummings

“Our children will be born of our actions. Our accidents will become their destinies. Oh, the actions will remain. It is a simple matter of what you will do when the chips are down, my friend. When the fat lady is singing. When the walls are falling in, and the sky is dark, and the ground is rumbling. In that moment our actions will define us. And it makes no difference whether you are being watched by Allah, Jesus, Buddah, or whether you are not. On cold days a man can see his breath, on a hot day he can't. On both occasions, the man breathes.”
― Zadie Smith, White Teeth

“oh he loves her, just as the English loved India & Africa & Ireland; it is the love that is the problem, people treat their lovers badly. but maybe it is just the scenery that is wrong. maybe nothing that happens on stolen ground can expect a happy ending.”
― Zadie Smith, White Teeth

“Better never means better for everyone... It always means worse, for some.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“Falling in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. God is love, they once said, but we reversed that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.

And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time.

There is a good deal of comfort, now, in remembering this.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale