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— Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones (The Sandman, #9) (1993)
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"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up."
— Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones (The Sandman, #9) (1993)
"I want to do something splendid...something heroic or wonderful that won't be forgotten after I'm dead. I don't know what, but I'm on the watch for it and mean to astonish you all someday."
— Louisa May Alcott, Little Women (1868)
"You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)
"Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing."
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890)
"I ask no more than to live a hundred years longer, that I may have more time to dwell the longer on your memory."
— Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (1870)
"To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life."
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (1862)
"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
— Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora (1842)
"I've always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be."
— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877)
"The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too."
— Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women (1927)
When Edward Ferrars simply said "I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours."
— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility (1811)
"The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day."
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (1861)
When Neil Perry said "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived."
— Dead Poets Society (1989)
"Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings, — a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss."
— Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (1856)
"Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?"
— James Joyce, The Dead (1914)
"I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine."
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847)
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (1982)
"I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end."
— Simone de Beauvoir, La Vieillesse (1970)