Photo the Line

When I read books, sometimes there are incredible lines that I want to remember. And so I take a picture of them with my phone. So here is where I will post those lines after I have typed them up. For clarity. You understand. Posting photos of random pages would get confusing. You'd have to look for the line you photographed the page for and then remember the context or maybe even the title and author... Photoing the line might not be the best idea for remembering incredible lines. Oops.

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“I don’t even know if we were in love, but we were happy, and... and happy is more than my parents ever had, if what they had was anything at all. It’s sad that sometimes we let ourselves believe that if it’s it bad, it must be good.”

-Freddie, Ramona Blue by Julie Murphy

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I think of the Keats quote, “Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.” I think it hard, taste its truth like a peppermint on my tongue.

Dangerous by Shannon Hale

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Falling in love and falling to your death feel about the same, I thought.

Dangerous by Shannon Hale

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Dreams have their own language, we decided, and you are fluent only while you’re asleep.

Dangerous by Shannon Hale

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What was love if not a kind of forgetting? A forgetting about the inevitability of loss. Or was love more a kind of remembering? Remembering how badly we need to be needed, understood. Remembering that maybe if was the whole reason we were here.

Scarlet, The Leaving by Tara Altebrando

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Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.

Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via booksqouted)

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I'll never forget Jonah's face. A light poured out of him and became the spirit of the room, like a genie released from a bottle after centuries of darkness.

How to Say Goodbye in Robot by Natalie Standiford

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I wanted to like people. It worried me that I didn’t.

How to Say Goodbye in Robot by Natalie Standiford

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A computer will perform a takeoff or landing with all the grace of a person. It is only for combat - only for the artistry of ruin - that these vessels have pilot seats at all anymore. There is something in humanity more suited to the mechanics of murder than any machine yet devised.

AIDAN - Illuminae by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff

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“Stories Change us; they change the world. People are stories of themselves.”

La Gribaldi, Guardian of the Dead by Karen Healey

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“Here’s a secret,” I said. “There’s a difference between dead and dying. We’re all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.”

Sadie,  Extraordinary Means by Robyn Schneider

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“I didn’t realize you’d ridden here on your high horse,” he said.

“His name is Applesauce, and he’s a palomino.” 

Michael and Lane, Extraordinary Means by Robyn Schneider

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“Funny,” Nick grumbled. “Sharpen that wit of yours any more and someone might think you actually have a point.”

Extraordinary Means by Robyn Schneider

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... Dr. Crane had gotten my test results and, staring straight through me, had said, “There is an active case of tuberculosis,” a sentence hauntingly absent of a pronoun. Like, I had once been there, but my person-hood was now irrelevant, because when anyone looked at me from that moment on, all they would see was a grim and incurable disease.

Extraordinary Means by Robyn Schneider

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At Latham House, we were asked to believe in unlikely miracles. In second chances. We woke up each morning hoping that the odds had somehow swung in our favor.

But that’s the thing about odds. Roll a die twice, and you expect two different results. Except it doesn’t work that way. You could roll the same side over and over again, the laws of the universe intact and unchanging with each turn. It’s only when you consider the past that the odds change. That things become less and less likely.

Extraordinary Means by Robyn Schneider

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Meanwhile, I was co-president of Topless Tuesday, wore Poison Concert tees, and openly burped in public like I was being possessed by the ghost of a velociraptor.

You Deserve a Drink by Mamrie Heart

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It was a frustration she felt all too frequently. Sophia, to her infinite mortification, had no internal clock. A minute could feel as long as an hour or a day. In the space of a second she might experience a whole month, and a whole month could pass in what felt to her like a second. As a young child she had fallen daily into difficulties as a consequence. Someone would ask her a question, and Sophia would think for a moment and suddenly find that everyone had been laughing at he for a full five minutes. Once she had waited for six hours on the steps of the Public Library for a friend who never arrived. And it seemed to her that it was always time for bed.

The Glass Sentence by S.E. Grove