Beautiful Writing Quotes

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“I’m not sure. But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.”
Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

Jamie McGuire
“I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve such a wonderful gift, and I wasn't sure if it was insolent, but I thanked God for fallen angels.”
Jamie McGuire, Providence

Marie Rutkoski
“His dear face, dear to her, dearer still. how could she love his face more for its damage? What kind of person saw someone's suffering and felt her heart crack open even wider, even more sweetly than before?
There was something wrong with her. It was wrong to want to touch a scar and call it beautiful.”
Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

Kat Howard
“Becoming hurts.”
Kat Howard

Karen M. McManus
“How do you make that choice?" I ask almost to myself. "Between what you need and what you want?" I feel like my sister's going through her own version of that. Kris's eyes are on Cooper, too. "You hope they become the same thing, I guess.”
Karen M. McManus, One of Us Is Next

Penelope Douglas
“Sometimes I wore smiles but didn’t feel them. Sometimes I felt them and didn’t wear them. I didn’t want her to know how much I craved this. I bit my bottom lip.”
Penelope Douglas, Rival

Mariko Tamaki
“I had a dream I put my hands inside my chest and held my heart to try to keep it still.”
Mariko Tamaki, Skim

Penelope Douglas
“Sometimes I wondered if the angels talked to get me to behave or to entice the devil to come out to play.”
Penelope Douglas, Rival

Catherynne M. Valente
“I suppose you think you know what autumn looks like. Even if you live in the Los Angeles dreamed of by September’s schoolmates, you have surely seen postcards and photographs of the kind of autumn I mean. The trees go all red and blazing orange and gold, and wood fires burn at night so everything smells of crisp branches. The world rolls about delightedly in a heap of cider and candy and apples and pumpkins and cold stars rush by through wispy, ragged clouds, past a moon like a bony knee. You have, no doubt, experienced a Halloween or two.
Autumn in Fairyland is all that, of course. You would never feel cheated by the colors of a Fairyland Forest or the morbidity of a Fairyland moon. And the Halloween masks! Oh, how they glitter, how they curl, how their beaks and jaws hook and barb! But to wander through autumn in Fairyland is to look into a murky pool, seeing only a hazy reflection of the Autumn Provinces’ eternal fall. And human autumn is but a cast-off photograph of that reflecting pool, half burnt and drifting through the space between us and Fairyland.
And so I may tell you that the leaves began to turn red as September and her friends rushed through the suddenly cold air on their snorting, roaring high wheels, and you might believe me. But no red you have ever seen could touch the crimson bleed of the trees in that place. No oak gnarled and orange with October is half as bright as the boughs that bent over September’s head, dropping their hard, sweet acorns into her spinning spokes. But you must try as hard as you can. Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards. That is what it is like, the awful, wonderful brightness of Fairy colors. Try to smell the hard, pale wood sending up sharp, green smoke into the afternoon. To feel to mellow, golden sun on your skin, more gentle and cozier and more golden than even the light of your favorite reading nook at the close of the day.”
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

Sarah Dessen
“All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind.”
Sarah Dessen, Dreamland

Fatima Farheen Mirza
“I will wait by the gate until I see your face. I have waited a decade, haven't I, in this limited life? Waiting in the endless one would be no sacrifice. And Inshallah one day, I know I will see you approaching. You will look just as you did at twenty, that year you first left us, and I will also be as I was in my youth. We will look like brothers on that day. We will walk together, as equals.”
Fatima Farheen Mirza, A Place for Us

Isaac Marion
“I erupt from the dark, crushing tunnel into a flash of light and noise. A new kind of air surrounds me, dry and cold, as they wipe the last smears of home off my skin. I feel a sharp pain as they snip something, and suddenly I am less. I am no one but myself, tiny and feeble and utterly alone. I am lifted and swungthrough great heights across yawning distances, and given to Her. She wraps around me, so much bigger and softer than I ever imagined from inside,and I strain my eyes open. I see Her. She is immense, cosmic. She is the world. The world smiles down on me, and when She speaks it’s the voice of God, vast and resonant with meaning, but words unknowable, ringing gibberish in my blank white mind.”
Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies

Penelope Douglas
“But that was two years ago. She wasn’t sexy to me anymore. Now she was lethal.”
Penelope Douglas, Rival

Penelope Douglas
“He was here. We were alone. We were angry. Déjà vu.”
Penelope Douglas, Rival

“I love the sight of his naked body.
especially in these quiet, vulnerable moments. These brackets of time stapled between dreams and reality are my favorite. There's a sweetness in this hesitant consciousness - a careful, gentle return of form of function, I've found I love these minutes most for the delicate way in which they unfold. It's tender.
Slow motion.
Time tying its shoes.”
Tahereh Mafi, Restore Me

Brian Morton
“The river was so blue it seemed to be breathing.”
Brian Morton, Breakable You

John Burnside
“All you have to do is choose the right day, the right weather, and you come upon a hidden place in the morning light where time stopped long before you were born”
John Burnside, A Summer of Drowning

Penelope Douglas
“He was soft and slow, gentle and attentive. Possessive.”
Penelope Douglas, Rival

“His eyes are a midnight moment filled with memories, the only windows into my world.”
Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

Per Anders Fogelström
“...en av de mänskliga rättigheterna måste vara den att för en tid få
dra sig undan allt som händer och sitta så här vid sidan av skeendet,
få vända världen ryggen ett ögonblick medan solen lyser och hjärtat fortsätter att dunka.”
Per Anders Fogelström, Stad i världen

Jessica Verday
“Every things fuzzy now,but I try to stay awake long enough to tell him one more thing.
"glad you . . .see. . .my colors caspian."
" me too abbey," he said softly. "sweet dreams.”
Jessica Verday, The Haunted

John Steinbeck
“A stilted heron labored up into the air and pounded down the river.”
John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

Julie Lessman
“The moon hung heavy over the lake like an overripe orange, trickling its golden stream of light across inky depths.”
Julie Lessman, A Passion Denied

Erich Maria Remarque
“From the earth, from the air, sustaining forces pour into us--mostly from the earth. To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he buries his face and his limbs deep in her from the fear of death by shell-fire, then she is his only friend, his brother, his mother; he stifles his terror and his cries in her silence and her security; she shelters him and releases him fro ten seconds to live, to run, ten seconds of life; receives him again and often for ever.”
Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

Penelope Douglas
“But we were different now. I wanted only his pain, and judging from the girl he’d come home with last night, Madoc was still the same. A user.”
Penelope Douglas, Rival

Penelope Douglas
“Fallon affected my body in weird ways. But only because she’s different, I told myself.”
Penelope Douglas, Rival

Nayomi Munaweera
“When a bone breaks, it heals stronger in the cracks. I realize this is what is happening to her heart.”
Nayomi Munaweera, Island of a Thousand Mirrors

Natasha Pulley
“Under the gas lamps, mist pawed at the windows of the closed shops, which became steadily shabbier nearer home. It was such a smooth ruination that he could have been walking forward through time, watching the same buildings age five years with every step, all still as a museum”
Natasha Pulley, The Watchmaker of Filigree Street

William Langland
“And what a tree took away a tree shall restore”
William Langland, The Vision of Piers Plowman

Esther M. Friesner
“To stop crying, my Raisa... laugh.”
Esther Friesner

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