Love stories are written in millimeters and milliseconds with a fast, dull pencil whose marks you can barely see, they are written in miles and eons with a chisel on the side of a mountiantop.
They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.
There’s a pleasure to loving someone even when you know there’s no chance in them loving you back. The pain I felt let me know I was still alive.
A life isn’t measured in hours and minutes. It’s the quality, not the length.
I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.
The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.
We aren’t the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.
It’s like when you take a trip with someone you don’t know very well. Sometimes, you can get very close very quickly, but then after the trip is over, you realize all that was a false sort of closeness. An intimacy based on the trip more than the travelers.
It’s hard to believe. Where does the times go?′ Betty sighs. ‘I’ve always hated that phrase. It makes it would like time went on a holiday, and is expected back any day now. Time flies is another one I hate. Apparently, time does quite a bit of traveling, though.
They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books?
Every word the right one and exactly where it should be. That’s basically the highest compliment I can give.
Daddy once said, “If you don’t know what you believe, Annie, you’ll be a lost soul.
Most people’s problems would be solved if they would only give more things a chance.
The words you can’t find, you borrow. We read to know we’re not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone.
Maya, we are what we love. We are that we love.
I’ve been a police officer for twenty years now and I’ll tell you, pretty much every bad thing is life is a result of bad timing, and every good thing is the result of good timing.
No Man Is An Island; Every Book Is A World.
If this were a novel, I’d stop reading right now. I’d throw it across the room.
Remember that a fine education can be found in places other than the usual.
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