Welcome to my quotes page!

None of these quotes are mine, they are mostly from books I’ve read, but I’m putting them on this page either because they speak to me personally, or because they are simply beautiful.  🙂 I hope you like them as much as I do!

"He's more myself than I am. 
Whatever our souls are made of, 
his and mine are the same."

- Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847)


“I listened as the words became sentences
 and the sentences became pages and the pages
 became feelings and voices and places and people.”
  
― Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light (2003)

“To the person in the bell jar,
 blank and stopped as a dead baby,
 the world itself is a bad dream.”

- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)

“You should always be kind to people, Ava.
 You never know what sorrows 
they’re carrying around.” 

― Anita Diamant, The Boston Girl (2014)


The truth is what I make it. 

- Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen (2015)


“I'd rather have an ugly face than an ugly heart.”

- Akemi Dawn Brown, Starfish (2017)

"Remember, remember,
this is now,
and now,
Live it, feel it, cling to it.
I want to become acutely aware
of all I've taken for granted."

- Sylvia Plath 

“As we all have an infinite 
capacity to make mistakes,
 we all have an infinite 
capacity for forgiveness.” 

― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness (2018)

"Actual happiness always looks pretty 
squalid in comparison with the over-compensations
 for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly
 so spectacular as instability. And being contented
 has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune,
 none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation,
 or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt.
 Happiness is never grand."

-Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (1932)
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me;"

- Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (1847)

“Where we are, there is light.” 
The wind blew hard from the east 
and the trees rustled their branches. 
“From where I’m standing… 
it is warm enough.” 

― K. Ancrum, The Wicker King (2017)

"Crying does not indicate that you are weak.
Since birth, it has always been a sign 
that you are alive.

- Charlotte Brontë
"I desire the things that will destroy me in the end."

- Sylvia Plath, 
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (2000)

“Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages
 I have not read. I would read them together with you, 
as many as I can, before I die -"

-Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess (2011)

“I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another.
 I have no tongue for it.”

- Arthur Miller, The Crucible (1953)
“The sky was a road and the stars made pathways;
 the moon was a watchtower, a lighthouse that led you home.”

-Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness (2018)

“I am learning peacefulness,
 lying by myself quietly,
 as the light lies on these white walls,
 this bed, these hands. 
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.”

- Sylvia Plath, Ariel (1965)

“Journeys end in lovers meeting;
I have spent an all but sleepless night,
I have told lies and made a fool of myself,
and the very air tastes like wine. 
I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits,
but I have somehow earned this joy; 
I have been waiting for it for so long.”

- Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House (1959)
“One day, she ventured to the palace library
 and was delighted to find what good 
company books could be.

-E. Lockhart, We Were Liars (2014)

“If you expect nothing from somebody 
you are never disappointed.”

- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)

“No live organism can continue for long to 
exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality;
 even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.”

- Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House (1959)
“It was books that made me feel
 like perhaps I was not completely 
alone.

-Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince (2011)

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.”

- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)
So many things become beautiful 
when you really look.

-Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall (2010)

“Without music, life would be a blank to me.

-Jane Austen, Emma (1815)

“Another page turns on the calendar, April now, not March.

.........

I am spinning the silk threads of my story,
 weaving the fabric of my world...
I spun out of control. Eating was hard. 
Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

I wanted to swallow the bitter seeds of forgetfulness
...Somehow,I dragged myself out of the dark
 and asked for help.

I spin and weave and knit my words and visions 
until a life starts to take shape.

There is no magic cure,
 no making it all go away forever.
 There are only small steps upward; 
an easier day, an unexpected laugh, 
a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

I am thawing.”

- Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls (2009)