Buzzfeed posted
this article at the beginning of December where they posted some favorite lines from literature that were submitted by their readers. I've probably had this window open on my computer since that time. I read them over and over again. Every few days, at least. I love them. Some I knew and have read, others and new gems. Some people have a gift with words and I'm so grateful because they can put into words what I cannot and tell such beautiful stories.
I feel like I need to write some of these down so I don't lose them. These just speak to my soul.
"Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
"He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking."
Anna Karenina
"'Dear God,' she prayed, 'let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.'"
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
Wuthering Heights
"If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me."
The More Loving One
"It might be that to surrender to happiness was to accept defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories."
Of Human Bondage
"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."
The History of Love
"The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order."
Beloved
"She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world."
The Awakening
"Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it yet."
Anne of Green Gables
"I would always rather be happy than dignified."
Jane Eyre
"One must be careful of books, and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us."
The Infernal Devices
"I have spread my dreams under your feet; / Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
"I wonder if that was how forgiveness budded; not with fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night."
The Kite Runner
