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“In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.”

Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via bookssay)

“Books are like oxygen to a deep-sea diver,” she had once said. “Take them away and you might as well begin counting the bubbles.”

Alan Bradley, I Am Half-Sick of Shadows (via thegirlandherbooks)

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“There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.”

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via bookssay)

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“The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.”

David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via libraryland)

“People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.”

Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via litmusings)

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“I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who I am, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it—or my observation of it—is temporary?”

John Green, The Fault In Our Stars (via penumbr0us)

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“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.”

Douglas Coupland, Life After God (via hateshiploveship)

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“Is it not astonishing that, in a world full of icebergs, none of us ever sees the one looming towards his own ship? Far away to the north, after creeping millenia of travel, crawling its way over the pole, the ice finally reaches the sea, finally breaks free, and floats away. There are still perhaps thousands of miles of random winds and waves and invisible currents. If that iceberg broke off ten minutes later, if we left port ten minutes earlier, nothing would happen, but instead, always unerringly, unfailingly, we on our fragile ship and the frozen, dripping, disappearing iceberg meet in the one place where we can destroy one another.”

Andrew Nicoll, The Love and Death of Caterina (via hell0-hurricane)

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“Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.”

T. S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral (via proustitute)

“And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn’t quite, quite love in hopelessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn’t ever love at all.”

D.H. Lawrence, Women in Love (via hateshiploveship)

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“The things that prevent us from killing ourselves are different from those that make us happy. Roman Catholic countries, for instance, tend to have very low suicide rates because of the Catholic prohibition on suicide. Yet that doesn’t mean these countries are happy. Good government, meaningful work, strong family ties - these are all major contributors to happiness, yet if you are unhappy, truly despondent, none of them will prevent you from committing suicide.”

Eric Weiner, The Geography of Bliss (via lollidella-dream)

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“If an answer were possible death would not travel alongside life, life would not have a shadow. The universe would be light.”

Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions I, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)

“In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.”

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via sunrec)

“I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.”

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye  (via wistless)

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“I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it — and I’m sure I can’t tell you whether the fate’s good or evil. I don’t die — I don’t fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I’m just not there.”

E.M. Forster, Where Angels Fear to Tread (via larmoyante)

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