I want love to conquer all. But love can’t conquer anything. It can’t do anything on it’s own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.
David Levithan, Every Day
Writing is a job, a talent, but it’s also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon.
Ann Patchett, Truth and Beauty
Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren’t. I’m not surprised some people prefer books.
Julian Barnes, Flaubert’s Parrot
What you’ll find, I think, is that the things you most want to avoid are the things that make you feel the greatest when you actually do them.
Kevin Wilson, The Family Fang
There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.
Kazuo Ishiguro, The Unconsoled
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger
Reality is unbelievably terrifying after one has done nothing but dream.
Katharine Butler Hathaway, The Little Locksmith
At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can’t love and do nothing.
Graham Greene, The End of the Affair
Love, it turns out, is as undemocratic as money, so it accumulates around people who have plenty of it already: the sane, the healthy, the lovable.
Nick Hornby, How to Be Good
But it is impossible to go through life without trust; that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
Graham Greene, The Ministry of Fear
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.
James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
I cried in English, I cried in French, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.
Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You
As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.
Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game