Day 28. Favourite quote from a book.
Once again I can’t answer this question with only one quote. So I’m gonna answer with eleven quotes, one from eleven of my favourite books 🙂
“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” (Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” (J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone)
“When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.” (John Green, Paper Towns)
“I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.” (Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere).
“It’s not that you should never love something so much that it can control you.
It’s that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.
It’s not a weakness. It’s your best strength.” (Patrick Ness, The Ask and the Answer).
“My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.” (Richard Adams, Watership Down)
“On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.” (Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime).
“We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.” (John Marsden, The Dead of Night).
“Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?” (Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle).
“I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.” (David Levithan, Love is the Higher Law).
‘The water flowed nearby, dark with oily blackness, silent, deep, dragging with river-tenderness a world of lost things, the silt of history and the plastic detritus of the present, night yearnings, dreams, drowned and buoyant possibilities, misty shapes that would resolve only in some future lens’ (Gail Jones, Dreams of Speaking)