Karine Jung > Karine's Quotes

“sometimes you don't need a goal in life, you don't need to know the big picture. you just need to know what you're going to do next!”
― Sophie Kinsella, The Undomestic Goddess

“But there is pleasure, is there not, unrivaled by any other feeling in the world, to reach the last page of a book and know that you have lived in it, that you have stood witness to the performance of momentous deeds at the hands of extraordinary personalities? Do you not sometimes marvel at how the construction of a beautiful line can leave you either shaking with laughter or bawling like an untended infant? Is that not a miracle which deserves as much scrutiny as the wonders of science and nature?”
― Katherine J. Chen, Mary B: An Untold Story of Pride and Prejudice

“It was strange how loud the world was when you weren't filling it up with your own noise.”
― Bridget Asher, The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted

“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”
― Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

“Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

“She teaches me that the world is made to be pounced on and enjoyed, and that there is absolutely no reason at all to hold back.”
― Annie Ernaux

“...e o que foi a vida? uma aventura obscena, de tão lúcida”
― Hilda Hilst, A Obscena Senhora D

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“She burned too bright for this world.”
― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

“He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables