“He was like a song I’d heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.”
Memoirs of a Geisha
“He was like a song I’d heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.”
Memoirs of a Geisha
Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know – because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it, it turned to dust in my hand.
The Beautiful and the Damned
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings
Julius Caesar
Los pájaros nocturnos picotean las primeras estrellas que centellean como mi alma cuando te amo.
The birds of the night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
VII – Inclinado En Las Tardes (Leaning Into The Afternoons)
“The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn’t be any of this.”
The Book Thief
The soul in darkness sins, but the real sinner is he who caused the darkness.
Les Miserables
For Charles T. Scott,
Gatsby was never quite real to me. His original served for a good enough exterior until about the middle of the book he grew thin and I began to fill him with my own emotional life. So he’s synthetic – and that’s one of the flaws in this book.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ellerslie, Edgemoore, Delaware, 1927
MEDEA: Tell me, how does it feel with my teeth in your heart?
Medea
My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.
Jane Eyre
She imagines him imagining her.
This is her salvation.
The Blind Assassin