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  • #1
    Jane Austen
    “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #2
    William Shakespeare
    “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.”
    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  • #3
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
    L.M. Montgomery

  • #4
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora

  • #5
    William Shakespeare
    “This above all: to thine own self be true,
    And it must follow, as the night the day,
    Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

  • #6
    Emily Dickinson
    “Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul
    And sings the tune without the words
    And never stops at all.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #7
    William Shakespeare
    “It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
    William Shakespeare

  • #8
    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

  • #9
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “We loved with a love that was more than love.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #10
    Jane Austen
    “There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #11
    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

  • #12
    Emily Dickinson
    “That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #13
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #14
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #15
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #16
    Jane Austen
    “The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.”
    Jane Austen, Love and Friendship

  • #17
    William Shakespeare
    “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
    William Shakespeare, The Tempest

  • #18
    William Shakespeare
    “My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
    My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
    The more I have, for both are infinite.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #19
    Thomas Merton
    “You do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognize the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith and hope.”
    Thomas Merton

  • #20
    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

  • #21
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #22
    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
    “There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent, or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.”
    Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • #23
    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
    “It is easy enough to be pleasant,
    When life flows by like a song,
    But the man worth while is one who will smile,
    When everything goes dead wrong.”
    Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • #24
    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
    “There's one sad truth in life I've found
    While journeying east and west -
    The only folks we really wound
    Are those we love the best.
    We flatter those we scarcely know,
    We please the fleeting guest,
    And deal full many a thoughtless blow
    To those who love us best.”
    Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • #25
    Pablo Neruda
    “Sonnet XVII

    I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
    or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
    I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

    I love you as the plant that never blooms
    but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
    thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
    risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
    I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
    so I love you because I know no other way than this:

    where I does not exist, nor you,
    so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
    so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #26
    Pablo Neruda
    “If You Forget Me

    I want you to know
    one thing.

    You know how this is:
    if I look
    at the crystal moon, at the red branch
    of the slow autumn at my window,
    if I touch
    near the fire
    the impalpable ash
    or the wrinkled body of the log,
    everything carries me to you,
    as if everything that exists,
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats
    that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

    Well, now,
    if little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you little by little.

    If suddenly
    you forget me
    do not look for me,
    for I shall already have forgotten you.

    If you think it long and mad,
    the wind of banners
    that passes through my life,
    and you decide
    to leave me at the shore
    of the heart where I have roots,
    remember
    that on that day,
    at that hour,
    I shall lift my arms
    and my roots will set off
    to seek another land.

    But
    if each day,
    each hour,
    you feel that you are destined for me
    with implacable sweetness,
    if each day a flower
    climbs up to your lips to seek me,
    ah my love, ah my own,
    in me all that fire is repeated,
    in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
    my love feeds on your love, beloved,
    and as long as you live it will be in your arms
    without leaving mine.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #27
    Pablo Neruda
    “The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees
    that burned with sweetness or maddened
    the sting: the struggle continues,
    the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
    No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net.
    They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
    Sleep doesn't divide life into halves,
    or action, or silence, or honor:
    life is like a stone, a single motion,
    a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
    an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
    that climbs or descends burning in your bones.”
    Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

  • #28
    Pablo Neruda
    “You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #29
    William Wordsworth
    “Though nothing can bring back the hour
    Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
    We will grieve not, rather find
    Strength in what remains behind;
    In the primal sympathy
    Which having been must ever be...”
    William Wordsworth

  • #30
    Edgar Allan Poe
    A Dream Within A Dream

    Take this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow-
    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.

    I stand amid the roar
    Of a surf-tormented shore,
    And I hold within my hand
    Grains of the golden sand-
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep- while I weep!
    O God! can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream?”
    Edgar Allen Poe, The Complete Stories and Poems



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