Book Quotes

Literary Arts

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“and then there are days when the simple act of breathing leaves you exhausted. it seems easier to give up on this life. the thought of disappearing brings you peace. for so long i was lost in a place where there was no sun. where there grew no flowers. but every once in a while out of the darkness something i loved would emerge and bring me to life again.”

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[silent-insanities]

Who knew the cold of winter lied in your heart?

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

“I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.”

— Jeffrey McDaniel

[tid-beats]

I never thought about the fact that while my family bugs the shit out of me, they are my family, my flesh and blood, still working as a whole unit. Not that his isn’t. He could love his family as much as I love mine. Maybe more, because he never complains about them.

Eliza Mirk // Eliza and Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia

[tid-beats]

It’s a commonly known fact that while cats can’t stand ghosts, spiders love them. Or, at least, they love the psychic emanation that some ghosts give off. 

Jonathan Stroud, The Screaming Staircase

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“Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.”

Shira Tamir

[tid-beats]

artwork by Viktoria Prischedko

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“I think what it is about Autumn that we all love so much is the comfort that it brings - I find solace in sitting by the window on brisk October days, wearing a knit sweater, watching the leaves fall, and warming my hands with a coffee mug.”

— simplyautumn

[bunniesandmilk]

“I notice Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[cinnamoncoatedpumpkinpatch]

“In the season of autumn we first realize how beautiful it is to let things go and to move on.”

— unknown.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I miss you steadily, painfully.”

— Jane Kenyon, from Room to Room: Poems; “Heavy Summer Rain,”

[nofeelingsnoproblemss]

“Your eyes were the color of summer fading into autumn.”

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[soracities]

“I love your name. I say it again and again in this summer rain.”

— Carol Ann Duffy, from ‘Name’, Rapture

[intriguedkoala]

“She was the kind of girl that smiled at the sky when thunder boomed.”

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[riberrypie]

“It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”

-L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

[uselessatheart]

“The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.”

— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

[tid-beats]

“In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.” — The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami art: Wintry Fields 2 © instagram.com/jimmusilpainter

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