Lost In Books

This blog is a compilation of quotes and excerpts from books I am currently reading.

[lostinbooks]

We don't have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I could say that's what I want in life.

Marina Keegan, “The Opposite of Loneliness”

[lostinbooks]

Death is not easy to escape,  let him who will attempt it. Man must go to the grave that awaits him-- fate has ordained this for all who have souls.

Beowulf

[forget-the-maps-deactivated2020]

I’ll always encourage the reckless texts confessing your feelings. The kind where you throw your phone after hitting send. I’ll always encourage the horribly straightforward conversations at 3am when conversations get deep and you can’t always put how you feel into words. I’ll always encourage you to say the things that make your heart beat fast and your legs shake. Because i know how alive you feel when you feel something for someone else.

follow (via forget-the-maps)

[lostinbooks]

I broke. I looked and fell down the stairs, past my life and landed on something soft but it was just an illusion; it was like the dream right before I thought I was dying. I fooled myself into feeling beautiful and tranquil. I surrounded myself by the one that I loved and ignored the blood pouring from my chest. I turned it into a warm rainstorm. Pain and dying will do that. It will have you singing yourself lullabies and rocking back and forth, there and back, until you fall asleep, fooled and falling in love with a memory as you lay there dying.

Pillow Talk, Paige T.

[lostinbooks]

There's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

[lostinbooks]

Lang Leav, Lullabies

[lostinbooks]

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me-- said all at once.

Lang Leav, Lullabies

[lostinbooks]

Take the light inside you like a blessing, like a knee in the chest, holding onto it and not letting it go. Now let it go.

Richard Siken

[lostinbooks]

I feel like I'm traveling and traveling with nowhere to go back to.

Michael Greenberg, Hurry Down Sunshine

[fiercereadsya]

#123564 on We Heart It.

[lostinbooks]

I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith

[lostinbooks]

But when I wakened, the air was so raw. I was a raggedy old cloth doll battered and banged and wrung and tossed down. I was so tired and so old. Wanting only to return into the blue forever.

Joyce Carol Oates, After the Wreck, I Picked Myself Up, Spread My Wings, and Flew Away

[lostinbooks]

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.

Gail Caldwell, Let's Take The Long Way Home

[lostinbooks]

It's taken years for me to understand that dying doesn't end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur of epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part-- time and space and the heart's weariness are the blander executioners of human connection.

Gail Caldwell, Let's Take The Long Way Home

[lostinbooks]

And yet now I find that writing about a friendship that flourished within the realm of connection and routine has all the components of trying to capture air. The dailiness of our alliance was both muted and essential: We were the lattice that made room for the rose.

Gail Caldwell, Let's Take The Long Way Home

[lostinbooks]

I was equal parts bluff and fear, I think, poised there on the verge of a life unfolding, not knowing whether I would leap or fall.

Gail Caldwell, Let's Take The Long Way Home

[lostinbooks]

I would be the sensitive heroine, or doomed romantic, or radical bohemian-- I was Hamlet, Icarus, Edith Wharton's Lily Bart. God forbid that I simply face who I was, which was somebody drunk and scared and on my way to being no one at all.

Gail Caldwell, Let's Take The Long Way Home