Posts tagged lit.

When we don’t speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.


    — Herta Müller, from The Land of Green Plums, trans. Michael Hofmann

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Final sentences: 

[But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended.] We mend each other.

from Allegiant 

[I have no home, no path, and no certainty. I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave.] I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

from Divergent

Then the shouting begins.

from Insurgent


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I just saw a squirrel I used to know, but I’m not sure he recognized me


    — James Leo Herlihy, from The Season of the Witch

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Row the boat lightly, love, over the sea; Daily and nightly I’ll wander with thee.


    — Laura Ingalls Wilder, from Little House on the Prairie 

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I thought of their astounding number, both in the present and past, of Zandy and Angela, of Brian, of Granny, even of my father, whose disavowal of me led to this place, and I understood that as much as I had resisted the outside, as much as I had constricted my life, as much as I had closed and narrowed the channels into me, there were still many takers for the quiet heart.


    — Steve Martin, from The Pleasure of My Company

The sun cracked the horizon, split it with light that spilled through the sky in streaks of orange and deep red.


    — Derek Landy, from Skulduggery Pleasant: Mortal Coil

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