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“You didn't let me fall this time." His voice was no more than a hoarse whisper.
"No. Not this time, and not ever again.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Eat your heart out, Steven Spielberg.”
― Stephen King, It

“Go then, there are other worlds than these.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“Oh cursed creator, why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turn from me in disgust?”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“I reckon that you can fall in and out of love all through your life, but there's only one person who really fits. And that love, that love trumps all other love. The problem is, that like everything in life, you can blink and you'll miss your moment.”
― Caroline Smailes, The Drowning of Arthur Braxton

“Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.”
― Stephen King, The Green Mile

“Incredible, Geralt. After so many years? How's it possible?'
'There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale,' said the Witcher quietly. 'Love and blood. They both possess a mighty power. Wizards and learned men have been racking their brains over this for years, but they haven't arrived at anything except that—'
'That what, Geralt?'
'It has to be true love.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish

“It's just that the magic of someone new never lasts long enough. We only want those we can't have. It's those we lost or who never knew we existed who leave their mark. The others barely echo.”
― André Aciman, Find Me

“To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up”
― Stephen King, It

“There are fewer and fewer monsters? And I? What am I? Who’s shouting? The birds? The woman in a sheepskin jacket and blue dress? The roses from Nazair? How quiet! How empty. What emptiness. Within me.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish

“You know, life is not so original after all. It has uncanny ways of reminding us that, even without a god, there is a flash of retrospective brilliance in the way fate plays its cards. It doesn't deal us fifty-two cards; it deals, say, four or five, and they happen to be the same ones our parents and grandparents and great-grandparents played. The cards look pretty frayed and bent. The choice of sequences is limited: at some point the cards will repeat themselves, seldom in the same order, but always in a pattern that seems uncannily familiar. Sometimes the last card is not even played by the one whose life ended. Fate doesn't always respect what we believe is the end of life. It will deal your last card to those who come after. Which is why I think all lives are condemned to remain unfinished.”
― André Aciman, Find Me

“So what will happen to your consciousness? Your consciousness, yours, not anyone else's. Well, what are you? There's the point. Let's try to find out. What is it about you that you have always known as yourself? What are you conscious of in yourself? Your kidneys? Your liver? Your blood vessels? No. However far back you go in your memory, it is always in some external active manifestation of yourself that you come across your identity—in the work of your hands, in your family, in other people. And now listen carefully. You in others—this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life—your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it mater to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you—the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it.”
― Boris Pasternak, Dr Zhivago

“Shield!” the old woman snapped. “You well know the weakness there! Shield your son too much, Jessica, and he’ll not grow strong enough to fulfill any destiny.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune

“But you know, I don’t think I would be so scared to die. I think it’s like today—the end of a vacation, when you are ready to go home.”
― David Sheff, Beautiful Boy: A Father's Journey Through His Son's Addiction

“And I... Why, it doesn’t matter, because Essi smells of verbena, not lilac and gooseberry, doesn’t have cool, electrifying skin. Essi’s hair is not a black tornado of gleaming curls, Essi’s eyes are gorgeous, soft, warm and cornflower blue; they don’t blaze with a cold, unemotional, deep violet. Essi will fall asleep afterwards, turn her head away, open her mouth slightly, Essi will not smile in triumph. For Essi...
Essi is not Yennefer.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Sword of Destiny

“Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have,”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, it is the arrow. The blood of that boy is not on my hands. The arrow killed him, not I. But the arrow does not dream anything in the night.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Miecz przeznaczenia

“Well, pardon me for living," the old woman said huffily, "I guess I just fell off the hearse!”
― Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three

“Your hair is winter fire
January embers
My heart burns there, too.”
― Stephen King, It

“I would wait forever,” he said calmly, “and do anything for you but stand away and watch you go with another man.”
― Stephen King, Wizard and Glass

“At first everything went according to plan and they called it ka. When things began going wrong and the dying started, they called that ka, too. Ka, the gunslinger could have told them, was often the last thing you had to rise above.”
― Stephen King, Wolves of the Calla

“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!”
― Andre Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“And yet I found myself deciding that if you took his hand, I would find a way to live with it. It would be your choice.”
I sipped from my wine. “And if he had grabbed me?”
There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. “Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I was one of the lucky ones. I’d only been followed, and in broad daylight at that, and I had the privilege and the means to order myself a ride back to the hotel, to pay for accommodation, where I could fall asleep feeling safe.
What about all the women and girls who didn’t have that option? And not just here in India, but even in the US and the rest of this whole damn world? My head spun, thinking about all of them. Wondering if the world would ever fucking change.”
― Sonya Lalli, A Holly Jolly Diwali

“We still have… he said. But he didn’t go on to say what we still had. It occurred to me that he shouldn’t be saying we, since nothing that I knew of had been taken away from him.
We still have each other, I said. It was true. Then why did I sound, even to myself, so indifferent?
He kissed me then, as if now I’d said that, things could get back to normal. But something had shifted, some balance. I felt shrunken, so that when he put his arms around me, gathering me up, I was small as a doll. I felt love going forward without me. He doesn’t mind this, I thought. He doesn’t mind it at all. Maybe he even likes it. We are not each other’s, anymore. Instead, I am his.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

“This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind