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  • #1
    Juliet Marillier
    “He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.”
    Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest

  • #2
    “Even
    After
    All this time
    The Sun never says to the Earth,

    "You owe me."

    Look
    What happens
    With a love like that,
    It lights the whole sky.”
    Hafiz

  • #3
    Dr. Seuss
    “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #4
    Suzanne Collins
    “Stupid people are dangerous.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #5
    I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
    “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #6
    Fred Chappell
    “Our thoughts were so awesome to us, that no one could speak a word, not even ‘Goodbye.’ We hugged and clasped and wept silently.”
    Fred Chappell, I Am One of You Forever

  • #7
    Henry Ward Beecher
    “Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?”
    Henry Ward Beecherr

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #9
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer

  • #10
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “He was not such a special person. He loved to read very much, and also to write. He was a poet, and he exhibited me many of his poems. I remember many of them. They were silly, you could say, and about love. He was always in his room writing those things, and never with people. I used to tell him, What good is all that love doing on paper? I said, Let love write on you for a little. But he was so stubborn. Or perhaps he was only timid.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #11
    Lisa See
    “When people are alive they love, when they die, they keep loving. If love ends when person dies, that is not real love”
    Lisa See, Peony in Love

  • #12
    Arthur Conan Doyle
    “When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”
    Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes

  • #13
    William Shakespeare
    “Doubt thou the stars are fire;
    Doubt that the sun doth move;
    Doubt truth to be a liar;
    But never doubt I love.”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #14
    Carl Sagan
    “What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic."

    [Cosmos, Part 11: The Persistence of Memory (1980)]”
    Carl Sagan, Cosmos

  • #15
    Yann Martel
    “Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud...”
    Yann Martel, Life of Pi

  • #16
    Juliet Marillier
    “There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.”
    Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest

  • #17
    Juliet Marillier
    “Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.”
    Juliet Marillier, Son of the Shadows
    tags: trust

  • #18
    Juliet Marillier
    My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest.... My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth. This is the way of truth.
    Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest

  • #19
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #20
    T.S. Eliot
    “For I have known them all already, known them all—
    Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
    I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”
    T.S. Eliot, T. S. Eliot Reading: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Others

  • #21
    T.S. Eliot
    “There will be time, there will be time
    To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.”
    T.S. Eliot.

  • #22
    T.S. Eliot
    “I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

    I do not think that they will sing to me.”
    T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

  • #23
    Carol Shields
    “Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.”
    Carol Shields, The Republic of Love

  • #24
    Theodore Roethke
    The Waking

    I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
    I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
    I learn by going where I have to go.

    We think by feeling. What is there to know?
    I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
    I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

    Of those so close beside me, which are you?
    God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
    And learn by going where I have to go.

    Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
    The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
    I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

    Great Nature has another thing to do
    To you and me, so take the lively air,
    And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

    This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
    What falls away is always. And is near.
    I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
    I learn by going where I have to go.”
    Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems

  • #25
    William Shakespeare
    “If music be the food of love, play on;
    Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
    The appetite may sicken, and so die.
    That strain again! it had a dying fall:
    O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
    That breathes upon a bank of violets,
    Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
    'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
    O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
    That, notwithstanding thy capacity
    Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
    Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
    But falls into abatement and low price,
    Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
    That it alone is high fantastical.”
    William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

  • #26
    William Shakespeare
    “All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players;
    They have their exits and their entrances;
    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages.”
    William Shakespeare, As You Like It

  • #27
    William Shakespeare
    “To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins remember'd!”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #28
    William Shakespeare
    “Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
    As I foretold you, were all spirits and
    Are melted into air, into thin air:
    And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
    The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
    The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
    Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
    And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
    Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
    As dreams are made on, and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleep.”
    William Shakespeare, The Tempest

  • #29
    William Shakespeare
    “Me, poor man, my library
    Was dukedom large enough.”
    William Shakespeare, The Tempest

  • #30
    Victor Hugo
    “Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it."

    She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--

    "And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables



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