E.T. > E.T.'s Quotes

“Her silence was the blank space between the words.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Witch of Portobello

“I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns. I am rooted, but I flow.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Well, we must wait for the future to show.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“The Lighthouse was then a silvery, misty-looking tower with a yellow eye, that opened suddenly, and softly in the evening. Now—
James looked at the Lighthouse. He could see the white-washed rocks; the tower, stark and straight; he could see that it was barred with black and white; he could see windows in it; he could even see washing spread on the rocks to dry. So that was the Lighthouse, was it?
No, the other was also the Lighthouse. For nothing was simply one thing. The other Lighthouse was true too.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“When mouths close, it’s because there’s something important to be said.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Witch of Portobello

“I have learned to suffer in silence.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Witch of Portobello

“And although you have mastered the words, you haven't yet mastered the blank spaces.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Witch of Portobello

“The wave paused, and then drew out again, sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“...Our beauty lies in this extended capacity for convolution.”
― Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

“It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“When does real love begin?

At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines, perfumes; then spasm and honey, fever, fatigue, warmth, currents of liquid fire, feast and orgies; then dreams, visions, candlelight, flowers, pictures; then images out of the past, fairy tales, stories, then pages out of a book, a poem; then laughter, then chastity.

At what moment does the knife wound sink so deep that the flesh begins to weep with love?

At first power, power, then the wound, and love, and love and fears, and the loss of the self, and the gift, and slavery. At first I ruled, loved less; then more, then slavery. Slavery to his image, his odor, the craving, the hunger, the thirst, the obsession.”
― Anaïs Nin, Fire: From A Journal of Love - The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.”
― E.E. Cummings