Stephen Chbosky
And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia. — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. (MTV Books; Later Printing edition February 1, 1999)
Category: Realism
Guy de Maupassant
The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn. — Guy de Maupassant, The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, Part One. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC March 1, 2005) Originally published… Continue reading Guy de Maupassant
Fyodor Dostoevsky
There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words. Your thought, even a bad one, while it is with you, is always more profound, but in words it is more ridiculous and dishonorable. — Fyodor Dostoevsky
David Levithan
sonnet, n. (NOTE ON THE LEAP: How rough and worn the weight of flight — the soul, when gathered, forms its own twinned claw and wing, each severed arc, the nape — all grown inside the body, left. Alone with loss, life rises: emblazoned air, trembling star of made faith. The fall that forms in… Continue reading David Levithan
J.D. Salinger
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.
Gustave Flaubert
It is a delicious thing to write, to be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating. Today, for instance, as man and woman, both lover and mistress, I rode in a forest on an autumn afternoon under the yellow leaves, and I was also the horses, the leaves,… Continue reading Gustave Flaubert
E.M. Forster
‘I taught him,’ he quavered, ‘to trust in love. I said: ‘when love comes, that is reality.’ I said: ‘Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.’ ― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View, (Edward Arnold 1908)
Jack London
You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. — Jack London
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year. I feel I know you… Continue reading Fyodor Dostoyevsky
J.D. Salinger
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)
The Vale of Soul-Making 