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  • #1
    Charles Dickens
    “I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #2
    Charles Dickens
    “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

  • #3
    Charles Dickens
    “The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #4
    Mikhail Bulgakov
    “Love leaped out in front of us like a murderer in an alley leaping out of nowhere, and struck us both at once. As lightning strikes, as a Finnish knife strikes! She, by the way, insisted afterwards that it wasn’t so, that we had, of course, loved each other for a long, long time, without knowing each other, never having seen each other… ”
    Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

  • #5
    Mikhail Bulgakov
    “You should never ask anyone for anything. Never- and especially from those who are more powerful than yourself.”
    Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

  • #6
    Ian McEwan
    “A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #7
    Ian McEwan
    “It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you.”
    Ian McEwan, Atonement

  • #8
    Clarice Lispector
    “And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.”
    Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

  • #9
    Emily Dickinson
    “I wish you a kinder sea.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #10
    Anaïs Nin
    “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
    Anais Nin

  • #11
    Anaïs Nin
    “We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #12
    Anaïs Nin
    “I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #13
    Anaïs Nin
    “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
    Anais Nin

  • #14
    Anaïs Nin
    “Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.”
    Anais Nin

  • #15
    Anaïs Nin
    “We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
    Anais Nin

  • #16
    Anaïs Nin
    “I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
    Anais Nin

  • #17
    Anaïs Nin
    “You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
    Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

  • #18
    Franz Kafka
    “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
    Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

  • #19
    Louisa May Alcott
    “...these hearts of ours are curious and contrary things, and time and nature work their will in spite of us.”
    Louisa May Alcott, Good Wives

  • #20
    John Steinbeck
    “There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.”
    John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

  • #21
    John Steinbeck
    “It was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials.”
    John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

  • #22
    I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
    “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #23
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #24
    Virginia Woolf
    “Suppose, for instance, that men were only represented in literature as the lovers of women, and were never the friends of men, soldiers, thinkers, dreamers; how few parts in the plays of Shakespeare could be allotted to them; how literature would suffer! We might perhaps have most of Othello; and a good deal of Antony; but no Caesar, no Brutus, no Hamlet, no Lear, no Jaques--literature would be incredibly impoverished, as indeed literature is impoverished beyond our counting by the doors that have been shut upon women.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #25
    Leo Tolstoy
    “There can be no peace for us, only misery, and the greatest happiness.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #26
    Anaïs Nin
    “Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.”
    Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

  • #27
    Anaïs Nin
    “What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.”
    Anais Nin, Henry & June

  • #28
    Anaïs Nin
    “You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.”
    Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

  • #29
    Anaïs Nin
    “I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ”
    Anais Nin

  • #30
    Anaïs Nin
    “I write emotional algebra.”
    Anais Nin



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