- "I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once."
- "Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."
- John Green, The Fault in our Stars
- "At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too."
- "So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane."
- John Green, Looking for Alaska
- "Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts."
- "Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."
- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
- "The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain."
- "No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
- "I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem."
- Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber
- "I am dying: it’s a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it."
- Sonya Hartnett, Surrender
- "Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
- to me you'll always be the ocean and the moon, antique collections and empty rooms
- "A cliché becomes a cliché because it has some truth."
- "Conscience was an accessory whose value was tied to fluctuations in the price of oil."
- "An odour of brackish water, pine trees and rosemary. The scent of broken promises and lost bets."
- We'll be old enough to know better. Young enough to pretend.
- Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die live. House you were born in / Friends of your spring-time / Old man and young maid / Day's toil and its guerdon / They are all vanishing / Fleeing to fables / Cannot be moored."
- "Then, like a movie that burns in the projector while you're watching it, a bloom of hot and perfect whiteness spread out before me and swallowed everything."
- "When I let her down she gave me a little kiss on the cheek and handed me the apple. 'Here,' she said, 'you earned it.' 'The apple or the kiss?' She laughed and ran off to catch up with the others. I didn't know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good. I put the apple in my pocket and ran after her."
- "and when there was no light anywhere but her face on my little screen, I lay there in the dark, still looking."
- "When we broke the surface again the first thing I saw was the great bold stripe of the Milky Way painted across the heavens, and it occurred to me that together the fish and the stars formed a complete system, coincident parts of some ancient and mysterious whole."
- Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children
- "For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
- "I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling."
- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
- "The shattered water made a misty din. / Great waves looked over others coming in,/ And thought of doing something to the shore / That water never did to land before. / The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, / Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. / You could not tell, and yet it looked as if / The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, / The cliff in being backed by continent; /It looked as if a night of dark intent /Was coming, and not only a night, an age. / Someone had better be prepared for rage. / There would be more than ocean-water broken /Before God's last Put out the light was spoken.
- Robert Frost, Once By The Ocean
- "It keeps eternal whisperings around / Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell"
- "Death exists - in a paperweight, in four red and white balls on a billiard table - and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust."
- "I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing."
- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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