A lack of uppercase letters signifies a personal relationship between myself and the origin of the quote (that is, the person whom it originated with). But my not being friends with Lemony Snicket or Vladimir Nabokov doesn't mean I love them less.
- "In a nervous and slender-leaved mimosa grove at the back of their villa we found a perch on the ruins of a low stone wall. She trembled and twitched as I kissed the corner of her parted lips and the hot lobe of her ear. A cluster of stars palely glowed above us between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as she was under her light frock." (Vladimir Nabokov)
- "In the morning R tells me that the water dripping in the cistern made such a pleasant noise that it was like listening to a piece by Chopin." (Cosima Wagner)
- "you are sort of like a sweeter, female version of iron & wine, or at least that's what you remind me of, and i love it. " (aubrey richey)
- “My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known- no wonder, then, that I return the love.” (Søren Kierkegaard)
- "The world is quiet here." (Lemony Snicket)
- "yes yes yes, even if the reason is tiny and you don't realize it until 7 years after the fact, you must believe that everything happens for a reason. or else you might end up selling vacuums. what i mean to say is: do the best you can with what you can. and you'll be the best. also you're clara fucking zornado so you'll be the best automatically." (douglas roberts)
- "Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me." (George Orwell)
- "Strange to say, my imagination works best when I am sitting by myself in a big gathering where chatter and noise provide a substratum for my will to cling to its object; without such surroundings it bleeds to death in the unnerving embrace of a vague idea." (Søren Kierkegaard)
- "knowing you could spend the rest of your life with someone is a very distinct, unmistakable feeling"
- "I brought you some Magic cards.. because you said they were pretty." (timofey radchenko)
- "“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” (Gabriel García Márquez)