Memorable Quotes

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Harlan Coben
“..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.”
Harlan Coben

Criss Jami
“Doubt is a question mark; faith is an exclamation point. The most compelling, believable, realistic stories have included them both.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy

“If memorable settings do not ring any bells anymore in the twisting lobes of our memory or do not raise a single tingling in our emotions, let us, then, rethink things over to re-invent ourselves and find out what killed the vital air of our recollection. ("Just for a moment" )”
Erik Pevernagie

Louise Bogan
“Come, drunks and drug-takers; come perverts unnerved!
Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit; to whom
and wherever deserved.

Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners true-blue,
Get the hell out of the way of the laurel. It is deathless
And it isn't for you.”
Louise Bogan, The Blue Estuaries

Terry Brooks
“Fear is a fire to temper courage and resolve. Use it so.”
Terry Brooks, Running with the Demon

“A memorable heart is the easiest way to immortality.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Mark Twain
“I've just come to my room, Livy darling, I guess this was the memorable night of my life. By George, I never was so stirred since I was born. I heard four speeches which I can never forget... one by that splendid old soul, Col. Bob Ingersoll, — oh, it was just the supremest combination of English words that was ever put together since the world began... How handsome he looked, as he stood on that table, in the midst of those 500 shouting men, and poured the molten silver from his lips! What an organ is human speech when it is played by a master! How pale those speeches are in print, but how radiant, how full of color, how blinding they were in the delivery! It was a great night, a memorable night.

I doubt if America has seen anything quite equal to it. I am well satisfied I shall not live to see its equal again... Bob Ingersoll’s music will sing through my memory always as the divinest that ever enchanted my ears. And I shall always see him, as he stood that night on a dinner-table, under the flash of lights and banners, in the midst of seven hundred frantic shouters, the most beautiful human creature that ever lived... You should have seen that vast house rise to its feet; you should have heard the hurricane that followed. That's the only test! People might shout, clap their hands, stamp, wave their napkins, but none but the master can make them get up on their feet.

{Twain's letter to his wife, Livy, about friend Robert Ingersoll's incredible speech at 'The Grand Banquet', considered to be one of the greatest oratory performances of all time}”
Mark Twain, Letters from the Earth: Uncensored Writings

Holly Hood
“You're maybe eighteen. Your mother didn't love you enough so you decided to pierce your lip and brand your body to piss her off. You hang around this band because they make you feel like you belong. And most days you wish you were in a band of your own, but you know that probably will never happen." I met his eyes waiting.

I'm twenty. my mother has an assload of tattoos herself, she thinks its art. I have a lip ring because it turns girls on when I do this." He licked his lip, lingering on the metal for a couple intense seconds. My eyes fluttered with nervousness.”
Holly Hood, Ink

Whitney Otto
“She remembered her fingers threaded through his hair and his kisses in places that made her long for him years later.”
Whitney Otto, Eight Girls Taking Pictures

Moncure Daniel Conway
“In 1881, being on a visit to Boston, my wife and I found ourselves in the Parker House with the Ingersoll's, and went over to Charleston to hear him lecture. His subject was 'Some Mistakes of Moses,' and it was a memorable experience. Our lost leaders, -- Emerson, Thoreau, Theodore Parker, -- who had really spoken to disciples rather than to the nation, seemed to have contributed something to form this organ by which their voice could reach the people. Every variety of power was in this orator, -- logic and poetry, humor and imagination, simplicity and dramatic art, moral and boundless sympathy. The wonderful power which Washington's Attorney-general, Edmund Randolph, ascribed to Thomas Paine of insinuating his ideas equally into learned and unlearned had passed from Paine's pen to Ingersoll's tongue. The effect on the people was indescribable. The large theatre was crowded from pit to dome. The people were carried from plaudits of his argument to loud laughter at his humorous sentences, and his flexible voice carried the sympathies of the assembly with it, at times moving them to tears by his pathos.

{Conway's thoughts on the great Robert Ingersoll}”
Moncure Daniel Conway, My Pilgrimage to the Wise Men of the East

Jason Carter Eaton
“The journey had been long and dangerous, and along the way he had met countless travelers, many of whom were so amazing that they must certainly rank among the most original and memorable characters in the history of recorded literature. Which is why it's so sad that there's no time to describe them.”
Jason Carter Eaton, The Facttracker

Kendare Blake
“Do you know what they do with the dead queens, Sister? [...] They throw them in the Breccia for the island to eat. And may I tell you a secret? [...] They are tired of it.”
Kendare Blake, One Dark Throne

“The elflocks of the crowd were every color of the rainbow, as was the light from their eyes that shone through the mask of the Arkadian winter night. Some of them had wings, but not gauzy gossamer tattooist fabulosities. The wing'd ones among them bore twin sails at their backs, reptilian bat bones folded and hooded just above their heads in taloned, Gothic arches of epidermis.”
Edward Morris, Blood of Eden

Joseph Conrad
“The word 'ivory' rang in the air, was whispered, was sighed. You would think they were praying to it.”
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

Claudia Pavel
“I stand still inhaling the beauty of our memories,
Flashbacks of our togetherness burn my flesh
and I breathe love through every single skin pore.

(Excerpted from The room, chapter Pain)”
Claudia Pavel, The odyssey of my lost thoughts

“I Believe in making Memories,
as then you're seldom alone!”
Somya Kedia

Kendare Blake
“You could be the one. But up close, you are such a disappointement. Your eyes are wary as a kicked dog's, when you and I both know you have never been kicked in your life. Not like me, who has been kicked down with poisons and popped blisters and made to vomit until I weep. That is why I am going to win,”
Kendare Blake, One Dark Throne

“One cannot make a memorable catch without reaching out to catch the ball.”
Jeffrey G. Duarte

“Nobody remembers
the moment of birth.
Nobody remembers
the moment of death.
So between both
You better do memorable things.
(From: Kinderpraat)”
A.J. Beirens

Iris Murdoch
“Well, it's such an adventure we shall talk about it forever!”
Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight

Ann Patchett
“Maybe Sandy was right, and she was a saint, and saints were universally despised by their families.”
Anne Patchett

Munia Khan
“New year is the joyous proof of many memorable beginnings”
Munia Khan

Arash Pakravesh
“The best moments of life are the most memorable.”
Arash Pakravesh, The End

Stephanie Kate Strohm
“By the time Rosie struggled to sit up, Henry sat in front of her with a pink pastry box. He lifted the lid, and Rosie peered inside to see the tiny apple rose tart, the "petals" impossibly thin, caramelized and shining with a dusting of sugar.
"It's a rose- get it?" Henry said, and Rosie felt her breath catch in her throat.
"It's beautiful." Carefully, Rosie lifted the tart out of the box. "Look at how thin the petals are- they must have used a mandoline. And the bake on the bottom is so even. It's hard to be so accurate with something so small."
"Are you going to analyze it or eat it?" he joked.
It looked delicious, but she almost didn't want to eat it. Henry had gotten her a rose, something far more beautiful than any flower could ever be. She wished she could keep it in her room forever, but that was part of the magic of food. It didn't last. It couldn't. Each bite was only a moment that transformed into a memory.”
Stephanie Kate Strohm, Love à la Mode

Kate Morton
“The folk of Riverton have all been dead so long. While age has withered me, they remain eternally youthful, eternally beautiful.
There now. I am becoming maudlin and romantic. For they are neither young nor beautiful. They are dead. Buried. Nothing. Mere figments that flit within the memories of those they once knew.
But of course, those who live in memories are never really dead.”
Kate Morton, The House at Riverton

Liza Palmer
“We stand around the tray. Just staring at it. Forever in awe. The chicken fried steak will be just as she remembered it. The biscuits will flake just like they used to. The pecan pie will be sweet and will take her back to those times she sat at the tables just outside the shack on a summer's day. And for once, she'll have fresh strawberry ice cream to go with it.”
Liza Palmer, Nowhere But Home

Susan Wiggs
“She pulled up to the curb in front of number 115, a boxy house with a garden so neat that people sometimes slowed down to admire it. A pruned hedge guarded the profusion of roses that bloomed from spring to winter. Each of the roses had a name. Not the proper name of its variety, but Salvatore, Roberto, Rosina- each one planted in honor of their first communion. There were also roses that honored relatives in Italy whom Rosa had never met, and a few for people she didn't know- La Donna, a scarlet beauty, and a coral floribunda whose name she couldn't remember.
The sturdy bush by the front step, covered in creamy-white blooms, was the Celesta, of course. A few feet away was the one Rosa, a six-year-old with a passion for Pepto-Bismol pink, had chosen for herself. Mamma had been so proud of her that day, beaming down like an angel from heaven. It was one of those memories Rosa cherished, because it was so clear in her heart and mind.”
Susan Wiggs, Summer by the Sea

John Green
“He probably wouldn’t even remember me.”

“Everyone remembers you, Holmesy,” she said.

“That’s not—”

“It’s not a value judgment. I’m not saying you’re good or generous or kind or whatever. I’m just saying you’re memorable.”
John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

“Reading Terminal is one of the most memorable places, I have ever visited in the city of Philadelphia.”
Charmaine J Forde

“Tomoya: "You've been searching all this time?"
Ushio: "Yes."
Tomoya: "I see."
*Tomoya kneels before her.*
Tomoya: "Ushio, we might not be able to find your toy robot. We can't do anything about it so let's go buy another one. Okay?"
*Ushio looks down.*
Ushio: "There's only one."
Tomoya: "No, there was a whole bunch of them at the store."
Ushio: "But it's the one you chose and bought for me."
*Tomoya looks confused.*
Ushio: "First thing from daddy."
*Tomoya looks down ashamed.*
Tomoya: "Ushio, were you lonely?"
Ushio: "Yes."
Tomoya: "Was it fun to come on a trip with me?"
Ushio: "Yes."
Tomoya: "I see. Ushio… would it be alright if I stayed with you? I've been a bad daddy for many years but I'll do my best for you now on."
*Tomoya makes eye contact with her and gives a small smile*
Tomoya: "So would it be alright if I stayed with you?"
Ushio: "Yes."
Tomoya: "Really?"
Ushio: "I want you to be with me."
Tomoya: "I see."
Ushio: "But today I lost an important thing so I'm sad."
*small silence*
Ushio: "Daddy...you know…"
*Tomoya leans his head close to Ushio to hear her*
Ushio: "Is it alright not to hold it in anymore? Sanae told me there are two places I can cry. In the bathroom… and in Daddy's arms."
*Tomoya looks down and starts crying"
Tomoya: "Yeah."
*Tomoya looks up at her.*
Tomoya: "Yeah!"
*Ushio runs into his arms and they both cry, reunited with each other.*”
Key, Tomoya Okazaki, Ushio Okazaki

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