Posts tagged lit.

And we, who always think of happiness
rising, would feel the emotion
that almost confounds us
when a happy thing falls.

    — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Tenth Elegy”, translated by Edward Snow

Posted by hiddenshores

Overcome with happiness, she threw her arms around him and laughed, wondering just how it was that she had come to be so lucky.

    — Sarah MacLean, from The Season

Maybe, just maybe, I’m not a total oxymoron after all.

    — Deborah Kerbel, Under the Moon

Posted by undo-you

Then he turns away from him, wipes the flies from his face and hurries back to that soft line at the edge of the shed where the light begins.

    — Andrew Miller, from Pure

Posted by miscfisc

All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

    — Lewis Carroll, from ‘Jabberwocky’

Posted by whodunnit10

Final sentences:

[It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.] Charlotte was both.

from Charlotte’s Web

[As he peered ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long.] But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt that he was headed in the right direction.

from Stuart Little

Posted by laurbear1990