We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes.… Continue reading Francesca Lia Block
But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about. ― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera. Published by Editorial… Continue reading Gabriel García Márquez
It pained him to hear Hervé Joncour softly saying, in conclusion: “I have never even heard her voice.” And a while later: “It is a strange sort of pain.” Softly. “To die of yearning for something you’ll never experience.” — Alessandro Baricco, Silk. Published by Rizzoli (editore.) Published in English (1996.)
Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be. — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina. (Norilana Books February 16, 2008) Originally published 1873.
Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them. ― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind. (Grand Central Publishing; Reprint edition April 1, 1999) Originally published 1936.
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up. ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium. (HarperCollins; Reprint edition, May 17, 2016) Originally published February 3rd 2011.
Sometimes suffering is just suffering,” she told Gus. “It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts. ― Kate Jacobs, Comfort Food. (G. P. Putnam’s Sons; 1st edition, May 6, 2008)