#dailybookquote

[thebooksoflife]

I wish I could be as subtle and beautiful. All I know how to do is scream.

Radio Silence, Alice Oseman

or say nothing at all

[thebooksoflife]

“I didn’t want the bastards to see me bleed,” she whispers to her mother.

“Sometimes I’m afraid that they’re going to have to. To understand that you’re a real person,” her mother sobs, clutching her daughter so very, very tightly in her arms.

Beartown, Fredrik Backman

[thebooksoflife]

I shouldn’t have asked for power when what I really wanted was meaning

The Atlas Complex, Olivie Blake

[thebooksoflife]

I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me

unknown

[thebooksoflife]

He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.

Circe, Madeline Miller

[thebooksoflife]

“I honed my instincts in battle,” he says. “Sometimes those instincts are still there when there is no more war.”

The Queen of Nothing, Holly Black

[thebooksoflife]

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream

Vincent Van Gogh

[thebooksoflife]

Wasn’t it always this way? Leaving and returning, always in each others orbit. Maybe that meant something. Maybe her gut had been right the first time. Maybe she’d suspected this and tried to fight it; maybe she’d thought it was something she could outrun. It was uncreative, a classic story, the wrong one turning out to be right. Maybe it was okay to figure that out now, right now, when both their cheeks were flushed with hope and humiliation. Twin flames of maybe yes, maybe you, maybe me. Maybe she’d been looking for signs, missing the obvious right in front of her the whole time.

The Atlas Complex, Olivie Blake