Neil Gaiman
Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel. — Neil Gaiman, Stardust (William Morrow; Reprint edition, October 30, 2012) Originally published January 1, 1998.
Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel. — Neil Gaiman, Stardust (William Morrow; Reprint edition, October 30, 2012) Originally published January 1, 1998.
I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned ( Publishers Group Canada; Reissue edition, November 1, 2016) Originally published March 1, 1922.
You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught. — Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago (Hallmark Editions; First Thus edition, January 1, 1967) Originally published January 1st 1965.
Every story is us. That’s who we are,from beginning to no-matter-how it ends. —Rumi, from “The Polisher,” Rumi: the Book of Love Poems of Ecstasy and Longing, transl. by Coleman Barks (HarperOne, 2003)
The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die. ― Gabriel García Márquez, Love In The Time of Cholera. (Vintage October 7, 2003) Originally published 1985.
He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past. — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (Alfred A. Knopf, 1988)
When will you learn that there isn’t a word for everything? — Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (W. W. Norton & Company; 1st edition, May 17, 2005)
You have to pay attention, take the world in before you can accurately let it out again. There’s something to be said for silence, exile and cunning. – Gregory Galloway, As Simple As Snow (Putnam Adult; 1St Edition, March 3, 2005)
[W]e are all as full of echoes as a rocky wood–echoes of the past, reflex echoes of the future, and echoes of the soil (these last reverberating through our filmiest dreams, like the sound of thunder in a blossoming orchard). — Mary Webb, Gone to Earth (Constable, 1917)
But if they had learned anything together, it was that wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. — Gabriel García Márquez, Love In The Time of Cholera. (Vintage October 7, 2003) Originally published 1985.