Book Quotes

I love books

[jennifersbod]

the only way to describe bunny is the secret history meets rocky horror picture show meets heathers meets fight club and i’m not even joking

[readersminds]

We are all made of flesh and bones; it is what we choose to do with our lives that defines us.

The Tattooist of Auschwitz

[readersminds]

“We want you to be happy. That’s all we’ve ever wanted. Is this what’s going to make you happy?”

“How different everything could have been," she said, "if you had thought to ask me that before.”

[edwardian-masquerade]

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

-Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

[libraryoflanie]

“Abuse can feel like love…Why?”

“Starving people will eat anything.”

Penelope Douglas, Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

[melodysbookhaven]

“When you're a child you long to be an adult and decide everything for yourself, but when you're an adult you realize that's the worst part of it.”

Fredrik Backman, Anxious People

[readersminds]

You can’t put your life on hold for somebody else, you know? Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do to make yourself happy. And if you’re not, like, solid with yourself, how can you help somebody else?

You’d be home now

[readersminds]

It could be disappointment, too, Tiger, and you need to prepare yourself for that. But if it's disappointing, it doesn't have to be devastating, does that make sense? Life has this, life has that, and then something else comes along again, like a wave. We ride the waves. You go down, you go up, you go down, sometimes you just drift.

How to make friends with the dark

[readersminds]

Some mistakes... Just have greater consequences than others. But you don't have to let the result of one mistake be the thing that defines you. You, Clark, have the choice not to let that happen.

Me before you

[readersminds]

Each of us, in our own personal Factory, may believe we have stumbled down one corridor, and that our fate is sealed and certain (dream or nightmare, humdrum or bizarre, good or bad), but a word, a glance, a slip - anything can change that, alter it entirely, and our marble hall becomes a gutter, or our rat-maze a golden path. Our destination is the same in the end, but our journey - part chosen, part determined- is different for us all, and changes even as we live and grow. I thought one door had snicked shut behind me years ago; in fact I was still crawling about the face. Now the door closes, and my journey begins.

The wasp factory

[readersminds]

Life doesn't care how young you are. It forces you to grow up anyway.

The first to die at the end

[readersminds]

Maybe I was, in the end, just one more hurting girl for her, but she was kind to me, and she has to be kind to others, too, because even that small kindness, even for such a brief time-it was something. It was something.

Girl in pieces

[readersminds]

'White people in this country will have quite enough to do in learning how to accept and love themselves and each other, and when they have achieved this—which will not be tomorrow and may very well be never—the Negro problem will no longer exist, for it will no longer be needed.'

The fire next time

[readersminds]

...we often mistake love for fireworks - for drama and dysfunction. But real love is very quiet, very still. It's boring, if seen from the perspective of high drama. Love is deep and calm - and constant.

The silent patient

[readersminds]

Slips are totally normal. When you have a slip, it’s just that. A slip. It doesn’t define you. It doesn’t make you a failure. The most important thing is that you don’t let that slip become a slide

I’m glad my mom died

[readersminds]

I take a longer look at the words on her headstone. Brave, kind, loyal, sweet, loving, graceful, strong, thoughtful, funny, genuine, hopeful, playful, insightful, and on and on… Was she, though? Was she any of those things? The words make me angry. I can’t look at them any longer. Why do we romanticize the dead? Why can’t we be honest about them?

I’m glad my mom died

[readersminds]

But if we had not loved each other none of us would have survived. And now you must survive because we love you, and for the sake of your children and your children’s children

The fire next time