...Quotables @ Bookshelf ...

WhiskeyScotch

“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

WhiskeyScotch

“It kills me sometimes, how people die.”

― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

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“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”

― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

WhiskeyScotch

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”

― Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes

WhiskeyScotch

“Even death has a heart.”

― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

seribulan

“We’re all damaged, somehow.” —A Great and Terrible Beauty (Caitlin P.)

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“He’s more myself than I am.” —Wuthering Heights (Cortina W.)

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"The best thing for being sad is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

WhiskeyScotch

“It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.”

― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

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“He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.”

― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

WhiskeyScotch

“I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.”

― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

WhiskeyScotch

“Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?”

― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

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“I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.”

― John Green, Looking for Alaska

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“In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this.
I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away.
I can't say goodbye.”

― China Miéville, The Scar

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“Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.”

― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

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“I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot.

It is hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.”

― Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas

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“It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.”

― Albert Camus, Neither Victims Nor Executioners

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“He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.”

― W.H. Auden, Collected Poems

seribulan

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.

Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2)