Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
❝ I like being myself. Myself and nasty. ❞
Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente (via
ophaelia)
❝ It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder. Things taste less. They feel less. You forget, little by little, who you were. There isn’t much love, but there is a lot of vodka, and reminiscing. It’s rather like a university reunion, but the cakes and tarts are made of dust. And there is always a war on. But there was always a war on before, too, wasn’t there? ❞
Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
❝ How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind? ❞
Albert Camus, The Stranger
❝ In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. ❞
George Orwell, 1984
❝ If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love. ❞
Jonathan Safran Foer,
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via
larmoyante)
❝ I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live. ❞
Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher
❝ I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. ❞
Ann Brashares,
Girls In Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood (via
feellng)
❝ She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous. ❞
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
❝ If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear! ❞
❝ And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes. ❞
