Markus Zusak
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (Knopf Books for Young Readers; First edition March 14, 2006)
Category: Australian Culture
Shaun Hick
This is for you, for your breath, whose absence would lessen a greater world. ― Shaun Hick
Andrew Matthews
People who do not love themselves can adore others, because adoration is making someone else big and ourselves small. They can desire others, because desire comes out of sense of inner incompleteness, which demands to be filled. But they can not love others, because love is an affirmation of the living growing being in all… Continue reading Andrew Matthews
Elizabeth Grosz
To submit one’s pleasures and desires to enumeration and definitive articulation is to submit processes and becomings, to entities, locations, and boundaries, to become welded to an organizing nucleus of fantasy and desire whose goal is not simply pleasure and expansion, but control, and the tying of the new to models of what is already… Continue reading Elizabeth Grosz
Beau Tapli
Be careful. There are people out there who will look at your love only as a place to put their pain. ― Beau Taplin
Colleen McCullough
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it… Continue reading Colleen McCullough
Markus Zusak
If your eyes could speak, what would they say? — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief. (Knopf Books for Young Readers; First edition March 14, 2006)
Christina Stead
There are people with great gifts who want to create, but are not self-centered enough. The glory of creation is in them. They end by creating themselves; and they are miraculous creatures. People fall in love with them, because they’ve made something new. – Christina Stead, The Puzzleheaded Girl (Holt, Rinehart, and Winston, 1967)
Alison Croggon
Ars Poetica It will make no difference.But you’ll find you can’t speak without lovealthough it’s an imprisonment.Your voice must be love wrestled to unloving,the lyre at the moment of catastrophe, a silencewithin which another voice opens. You’ll speak as you must, as always,although you’ll never know why you’re listeningthrough the elisions of your stuttering heart.You’ll… Continue reading Alison Croggon
Beau Taplin
I’m not interested in light little flings, skin-deep attractions, or long loveless marriages. With you, I only want raw, full-blooded connection, to share a bond full of passion and breathtaking adventure. After all, love is not a pastime but a privilege. ― Beau Taplin
The Vale of Soul-Making 