There are threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected.
Mystic River by Dennis Lehane
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@litandlifequotes
There are threads in our lives. You pull one, and everything else gets affected.
Mystic River by Dennis Lehane
Aging isn’t just about our bodies decaying while we’re still inside them. It’s about living with the accumulation of experiences. The heavy burden of the ugly ones, the longing for the beautiful.
So Thirsty by Rachel Harrison
The forest was almost thunderous in its myriad sounds.
The Tao of Poison by Isham Cook
The pain will always be there. So will the fear. But the pain and fear are no longer my life. They’re only moments.
Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover
You always seek to control others when you are not in full ownership of yourself.
Just as I Am by Cicely Tyson
But it is worth noting that to be good at something is not quite the same as loving it.
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin
All I ever think about is you.
Just for the Summer by Abby Jimenez
It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.
Middlemarch by George Eliot
Has any psychological experiment yielded a more delightful suggestion than this one: that there is a part of the mind without ambition or information, which nonetheless is expert on what is beautiful?
Fates Worse Than Death by Kurt Vonnegut
Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.
A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
If she could rewind the timeline, untwist it and roll it back the other way like a ball of wool, she’d see the knots in the yarn, the warning signs. Looking at it backward it was obvious all along.
Then She Was Gone by Lisa Jewell
What more can we want as writers than such immortality? Don't ghosts just want to be remembered?
Yellowface by R.F. Kuang
Because that's all art is, in the end. One person trying to get another person they have never met to fall in love with them.
Margo's Got Money Troubles by Rufi Thorpe
What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked its hard to believe you ever were a child.
For One More Day by Mitch Albom
He knew that there was no quick comfort for emotions like those. They were deeper and they did not need to be told. They were felt.
The Giver by Lois Lowry
So he went on, tearing up all the flowers from the garden of his soul, and setting his heel upon them.
The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
I don't want to pretend any more. You make me—want to be real.
Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden