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“Allein zu sein ist nicht schlecht, wenn man in der Gesellschaft von Büchern ist.”
― Christoph Marzi, Lycidas

“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Fear cuts deeper than swords.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of Four

“Look, I get it. I’m a white, heterosexual man. It’s really easy for me to say, ‘Oh, wow, wasn’t the nineteenth century terrific?’ But try this. Imagine the scene: It’s pouring rain against a thick window. Outside, on Baker Street, the light from the gas lamps is so weak that it barely reaches the pavement. A fog swirls in the air, and the gas gives it a pale yellow glow. Mystery brews in every darkened corner, in every darkened room. And a man steps out into that dim, foggy world, and he can tell you the story of your life by the cut of your shirtsleeves. He can shine a light into the dimness, with only his intellect and his tobacco smoke to help him. Now. Tell me that’s not awfully romantic?”
― Graham Moore, The Sherlockian

“Das habe ich gelernt: Liebe ist ein Wort, das du nur mit blutroter Tinte schreiben solltest. Liebe treibt dich dazu, die seltsamsten Dinge zu tun. Sie lässt dich regenbogenfarbene Bonbons verteilen, sie lässt dich in roten Schuhen durch die Straßen tanzen, und sie schreckt nicht davor zurück, dich nachts mit blutenden Händen Gräber in paradiesische Gärten hacken zu lassen. Liebe schlägt dir tiefe Wunden, aber auf eine ihr eigene Art heilt sie auch deine Narben, vorausgesetzt, du vertraust ihr und gibst ihr die Zeit dazu. Meine Narben werde ich nicht anrühren. Ich werde neue Wunden davontragen, noch ehe die alten verheilt sind, und ich werde anderen Menschen Wunden zufügen. Jeder von uns trägt ein Messer." (S.456f.)”
― Andreas Steinhöfel

“Books were safer than other people anyway.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering.”
― Anne Rice

“Na razrusha'ya. I am not ruined. E'ya razrushost. I am ruination.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“A secret is a strange thing.

There are three kinds of secrets. One is the sort everyone knows about, the sort you need at least two people for. One to keep it. One to never know. The second is a harder kind of secret: one you keep from yourself. Every day, thousands of confessions are kept from their would-be confessors, none of these people knowing that their never-admitted secrets all boil down to the same three words: I am afraid.

And then there is the third kind of secret, the most hidden kind. A secret no one knows about. Perhaps it was known once, but was taken to the grave. Or maybe it is a useless mystery, arcane and lonely, unfound because no one ever looked for it.

Sometimes, some rare times, a secret stays undiscovered because it is something too big for the mind to hold. It is too strange, too vast, too terrifying to contemplate.

All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or keptfrom, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches — that’s what will be left at the end of it all.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

“Adam translated, "Not death, but his brother, sleep.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

“I automatically assume people won't like me, so I don't talk to them unless they approach me first. I can't become a part of a crowd because I can't get past that feeling that I don't belong.”
― Stephanie Kuehnert, Ballads of Suburbia