Posts tagged Lit.

But for now there was this, and it was enough, it was more than they could have hoped for: the two of them in their stone corner, their dark clothes bleeding into the dusk, lights being kindled across the city, and a few pale stars in the sky.

    — Sarah Waters, from The Paying Guests

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Behind him, the sunrise was the colour of bad blood.

    — Joe Abercrombie, from Best Served Cold

This is why a woman needs to have a tub (and candle) ready even today, because she doesn’t know what is waiting for her - she has no way of knowing what democracy will look like in an Eastern European country.


Slavenka Drakulić, from “On Doing Laundry” in How We Survived Communism and Even Laughed

Most important, I hope you’ll see hazard only in those storm-clouds where it exists and live life more fully in the clear skies between them.

    — Gavin de Becker, from The Gift of Fear

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Now I had only to trust in myself.


Samantha Shannon, from The Bone Season

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By which I learn to affirm
Truth’s light at strange turns of the mind’s road,
wrong turns that lead
over the border into wonder,

mistaken directions, forgotten signs
all bringing the soul’s travels to a place
of origin, a well
under the lake where the Muse moves.

    — Denise Levertov, from “The Illustration - A Footnote”

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