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  • #1
    John Green
    “I'm in love with you," he said quietly.

    "Augustus," I said.

    "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #2
    William Shakespeare
    “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
    William Shakespeare, The Tempest

  • #3
    William Shakespeare
    “When he shall die,
    Take him and cut him out in little stars,
    And he will make the face of heaven so fine
    That all the world will be in love with night
    And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #4
    William Shakespeare
    “All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players;
    They have their exits and their entrances;
    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages.”
    William Shakespeare, As You Like It

  • #5
    Franz Kafka
    “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #6
    Franz Kafka
    “I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #7
    Franz Kafka
    “Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.”
    franz kafka

  • #8
    Franz Kafka
    “You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #9
    Franz Kafka
    “I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”
    Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka's The Castle

  • #10
    Franz Kafka
    “I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #11
    Franz Kafka
    “I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #12
    Franz Kafka
    “I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #13
    Franz Kafka
    “Yours

    (now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #14
    Franz Kafka
    “April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.”
    Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923

  • #15
    Franz Kafka
    “May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #16
    Franz Kafka
    “Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #17
    Franz Kafka
    “Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #18
    Robert Frost
    “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
    Robert Frost

  • #19
    Robert Frost
    “To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”
    Robert Frost

  • #20
    Oscar Wilde
    “The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest and Other Plays

  • #21
    Pedro Calderón de la Barca
    “When love is not madness it is not love.”
    Pedro Calderon de la Barca

  • #22
    Jane Austen
    “The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.”
    Jane Austen, Love and Friendship

  • #23
    William Shakespeare
    “thus with a kiss I die”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #24
    Jane Austen
    “I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.

    I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.”
    Jane Austen, Persuasion

  • #25
    “For the senses wander, and when one lets the mind follow them, it carries wisdom away like a windblown ship on the waters.”
    Anonymous, The Bhagavad Gita

  • #26
    “Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he is”
    Bhagavad Gita

  • #27
    Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
    “Aren't we all pawns in the hands of time, the greatest player of them all?”
    Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Palace of Illusions

  • #28
    John Green
    “As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #29
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #30
    Neil Gaiman
    “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones



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