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  • #1
    Martha Summerhayes
    “I cast my lot in with a soldier, and where he was, was home to me.”
    Martha Summerhayes

  • #2
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them.
    Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness.
    Her raven boys.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

  • #3
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #4
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “She wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one.
    Ronan wasn't a fan of lamps.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

  • #5
    J.K. Rowling
    “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #6
    J.K. Rowling
    “How do you feel, Georgie?" whispered Mrs. Weasley.
    George's fingers groped for the side of his head.
    "Saintlike," he murmured.
    "What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?"
    "Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see...I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit?”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #7
    Jane Austen
    “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
    Jane Austen, Pride And Prejudice

  • #8
    Jane Austen
    “I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #9
    John McCrae
    “In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn saw sunset glow
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields

    Take up our quarrel with the foe;
    To you, from falling hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.”
    John McCrae

  • #10
    Oscar Wilde
    “Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #11
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #12
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #13
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

  • #14
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #15
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #16
    Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.
    “Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
    Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

  • #17
    C.S. Lewis
    “You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
    C.S. Lewis

  • #18
    Gregory Colbert
    “The whales do not sing because they have an answer, they sing because they have a song.”
    Gregory Colbert

  • #19
    Edith Wharton
    “She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.”
    Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth



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