Perhaps — I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears. — Margaret Mitchell, Gone With The Wind. (Grand Central Publishing; Reprint edition April 1, 1999) Originally published 1936. Advertisements
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)
Think of this – that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other. ― A.S. Byatt, Possession, (Vintage, October 1, 1991)
I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No… not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that… overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable – like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin… Continue reading Marc Norman
There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying. — Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (Speak, 2008)
I’ve always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be. — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina. (Norilana Books February 16, 2008) Originally published 1873.
No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever. — Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores. (Vintage; Reprint edition, November 14, 2006)
