We’re all immortal until we die.
War for the Oaks, Emma Bull (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.
The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you’re single among a room full of couples.
Baby Proof, Emily Giffin (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.
Love the One You’re With, Emily Giffin (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
One day I would have all the books in the world, shelves and shelves of them. I would live my life in a tower of books. I would read all day long and eat peaches. And if any young knights in armor dared to come calling on their white charges and plead with me to let down my hair, I would pelt them with peach pits until they went home.
The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate, Jacqueline Kelly (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
And though I’m frightened, I believe in your being with me. A man has to fend and fettle for the best, and then trust in something beyond himself. You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it. So I believe in the little flame between us. For me now, it’s the only thing in the world.
Lady Chatterley’s Lover, D.H. Lawrence (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.
A Game of You, Neil Gaiman (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)