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Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.
The Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien
He knew everything there was to know about literature, except how to enjoy it.
Catch-22, Joseph Heller
When you start to live outside yourself, it’s all dangerous.
The Garden of Eden, Ernest Hemingway
I hadn’t realized how much I’d been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to.
Talk Before Sleep, Elizabeth Berg
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
The Time Traveler’s Wife, Audrey Niffenegger
She didn’t like to be talked about. Equally, she didn’t like not to be talked about, when the high-minded chatter rushed on as though she was not there. There was no pleasing her, in fact. She had the grace, even at eleven, to know there was no pleasing her. She thought a lot, analytically, about other people’s feelings, and had only just begun to realize that this was not usual, and not reciprocated.
The Children’s Book, A.S. Byatt
It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.
The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini
Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.
The Call of the Wild, Jack London
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
Gone With the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini