I don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. — J.D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (Little, Brown & Co., 1951)
But remember, my reader, whom I hope to have travel far with me through time and space remember, please, my reader, that I have thought much on these matters that through bloody nights and sweats of dark that lasted years long I have been alone with my many selves to consult and contemplate my many… Continue reading Jack London
I would rather be ashes than dust; I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dryrot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live,… Continue reading Jack London
I am naked and a beggar and an atom in the vortex of humanity. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot. (Modern Library; New edition edition, April 8, 2003) Originally published 1869.
I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there – that is living. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; 12th edition June 14, 2002) Originally published November 1880.
Sometimes I’m afraid to go to sleep because of what I’m leaving behind. — Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall. (HarperCollins; Reprint edition, March 8, 2016)
We have the marvelous gift of making everything insignificant. — Nikolai Gogol
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. — George Eliot
The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to be The Century’s corpse… Continue reading Thomas Hardy
“O Memory, where is now my love, That rayed me as a god above?” “I saw him by an ageing shape Where beauty used to be; That his fond phantom lingers there Is only known to me.” — Thomas Hardy, from “I Have Lived With Shades,” Works of Thomas Hardy. (Delphi Classics; 8 edition, April… Continue reading Thomas Hardy