I don’t care if it’s a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse. — J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye. (Back Bay Books; Reissue edition January 30, 2001) Originally published 1951.
There is a certain amount of kindness, just as there is a certain amount of light,” he continued in measured tones. “We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do… Continue reading E. M. Forster
Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening. (Adamant Media Corporation September 13, 2000) Originally published 1899.
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway. — J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye. (Back Bay Books; Reissue edition January 30, 2001) Originally published 1951.
She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books. — Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary. (Oxford University Press June 2, 2005) Originally published December 15th 1856.
If you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning. ― Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall. (HarperCollins; Reprint edition March 8, 2016) Originally published March 2nd 2010.
And so I ask myself: ‘Where are your dreams?’ And I shake my head and mutter: ‘How the years go by!’ And I ask myself again: ‘What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived? Look,’ I say to myself, ‘how cold it is becoming all… Continue reading Fyodor Dostoyevsky