Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.
Carol Shields, The Republic of Love
Sadness is knowing I cannot stay here forever. No house to be found inside of love. It is nothing but open space, endless sky, shards of sun like rain.
Stephanie Peters, Sunstruck
Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.
Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue,
Renounce my love, my life, myself – and you.
Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he
Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
Alexander Pope, Eloise to Abelard
When a man says he does not want to speak of something he usually means he can think of nothing else.
John Steinbeck, East of Eden
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