October 2010
“You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.”
March, Geraldine Brooks
“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon.”
Madame Bovary,Gustave Flaubert
“He suddenly became convinced that if he didn’t do something sensible, something to put his mind to some use, then before he knew it he would be wondering round the streets having fights with himself and inviting domestic animals to social occasions too.”
The Boy In The Striped Pajamas, John Boyne
“To say I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. I am. That is something to aspire to.”
The Art Of Racing In The Rain, Garth Stein
“He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard.”
A Long Fatal Love Chase, Louisa May Alcott
She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.
“Surely you know what a kiss is?” she asked, aghast.
“I shall know when you give it to me,” he replied stiffly, and not to hurt his feeling she gave him a thimble.
Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie
“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”
Gone With The Wind, Margaret Mitchell
“Merricat, said Connie, would you like a cup of tea? Oh no, said Merricat, you’ll poison me. Merricat, said Connie, would you like to go to sleep? Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!”
We Have Always Lived In The Castle, Shirley Jackson
I don’t want to have to do this living. I just walk around. I want to be swept off my feet, you know? I want my children to have magical powers. I am prepared for amazing things to happen. I can handle it.”
Me and You and Everyone We Know
“To lose one’s self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.”
Antoine Rivarol
“It wasn’t only that you didn’t see him anymore, meet him anymore. You saw his absence and encountered it as something tangible. His not being there was like the sharply outlined emptiness of a photo with a figure cut out precisely with scissors and now the missing figure is more important, more dominant than all the others.”
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon
“I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.”
The Elegance Of The Hedgehog, Muriel Barbery
