But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
—Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
Quotes
A grown woman is like a coyote—she can get by on very little. Men are more like house cats. Leave them alone for too long and they’ll die of sadness.
—Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen
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by e e cummings
never could anyone
who simply lives to die
dream that your valentine
makes happier me than i
but always everything
which only dies to grow
can guess and as for spring
she’ll be the first to know
Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.
—Veronica Roth, Insurgent
We are survivors, of each other. We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat. That counts for something.
—Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.
—V. E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Words never mean what what we want them to mean. If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood.
—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
You’d Sing Too
You’d sing too
if you found yourself
in a place like this
You wouldn’t worry about
whether you were as good
as Ray Charles or Edith Piaf
You’d sing
You’d sing
not for yourself
but to make a self
out of the old food
rotting in the astral bowel
and the loveless thud
of your own breathing
You’d become a singer
faster than it takes
to hate a rival’s charm
And you’d sing, darling
You’d sing too
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
—Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
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