Quotes
Here I share quotes that I really like.
“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.”
― Richard Siken
"I hate horses. I know people who think that they are noble, graceful animals, but regardless of what a horse looks like from a distance, never forget that it's as likely to step on your foot as look at you."
― Megan Whalen Turner, The thief
"But kissing Locke never felt the way that kissing Cardan does, like taking a dare to run over knives, like an adrenaline strike of lightning, like the moment when you've swum too far out in the sea and there is no going back, only cold black water closing over your head."
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"All my life they had made choices for me, and I had resented it. Now the choice was mine, and once it was made, I would have no right to blame anyone else for the consequences. Loss of that privilege, to blame others, unexpectedly stung."
— Megan Whalen Turner, A Conspiracy of Kings (The Queen's Thief, #4))
"Once upon a time, there was a human girl stolen away by faeries, and because of that, she swore to destroy them."
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“It's our nature. We destroy. It's the constant of our kind. No matter the color of blood, man will always fall.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen
“No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword
"He gets drunk on just plain living. And he understands everybody."
— S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders
“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met nearly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
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― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House