I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

Libba Bray A Great And Terrible Beauty
2.09.14 with 6 notes
How I’d love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.

Libba Bray A Great And Terrible Beauty
2.09.14 with 49 notes
In every end, there is also a beginning.

Libba Bray A Great And Terrible Beauty
2.09.14 with 8 notes
I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.

Libba Bray A Great And Terrible Beauty
2.09.14 with 18 notes
When I run the world, librarians will be exempt from tragedy. Even their smaller sorrows will last only for as long as you can take out a book.

Karen Joy Fowler We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
2.09.14 with 7 notes
Because you don’t notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.

Libba Bray A Great And Terrible Beauty
1.09.14 with 17 notes
There are no safe choices. Only other choices.

Libba Bray A Great And Terrible Beauty
1.09.14 with 20 notes
In everyone’s life there are people who stay and people who go and people who are taken against their will.

Karen Joy Fowler We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
1.09.14 with 28 notes
The happening and telling are very different things. This doesn’t mean that the story isn’t true, only that I honestly don’t know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it. Language does this to our memories, simplifies, solidifies, codifies, mummifies. An off-told story is like a photograph in a family album. Eventually it replaces the moment it was meant to capture.

Karen Joy Fowler We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
1.09.14 with 8 notes
I can picture the way he looked, and recall the weather, and the play of light across his stubbled face, but that virgin moment is impossible to recapture.

Hannah Kent Burial Rites
1.09.14 with 10 notes
How can I say what it was like to breathe again? I felt newborn. I staggered in the light of the world and took deep gulps of fresh sea air. It was late in the day: the wet mouth of the afternoon was full on my face. My soul blossomed in that brief moment as they led me out of doors. I fell, my skirts in the mud, and I turned my face upwards as if in prayer. I could have wept from the relief of light.

Hannah Kent Burial Rites
1.09.14 with 3 notes
They see I’ve got a head on my shoulders, and believe a thinking woman cannot be trusted.

Hannah Kent Burial Rites
1.09.14 with 12 notes
There was a horrible, erratic thumping in my chest, as if a large bird was trapped inside my ribcage and beating itself to death.

Donna Tartt The Secret History
31.08.14 with 119 notes
Love doesn’t conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool.

Donna Tartt The Secret History
31.08.14 with 30 notes
All those layers of silence upon silence.

Donna Tartt The Secret History
31.08.14 with 8 notes