#era

I love you in such a greedy way, I’m guilty about it.” She tilted her head back as he moved his lips to her throat. “Guilty is for crimes. Always is for love. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#crushed-seraphim #mine #poughkeepsie #seriana #love

Life if curious when reduced to its essentials ↗

— Jean Rhys

#literary-fiction #life

We owe our children – the most vulnerable citizens in any society – a life free from violence and fear. ↗

— Nelson Mandela

#fear #responsibility #violence #vulnerability #life

This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#escape #literature #reading #words #life

You must remember that no one lives a life free from pain and suffering. ↗

— Sophocles

#literature #sophocles #life

I think to really be literate in nu shu you only need about 600 characters because it is phonetic. So you're able to then create many words out of one character. ↗

— Lisa See

#about #because #character #characters #create

If you`re wondering how you`ll find time, it means you don`t really want to read. Because nobody`s ever got time. Children certainly haven`t, nor have teenagers or grown-ups. Life always gets in the way. <...> Time to read is always time stolen. <...> Stolen from what? From the tyranny of living.”- p.125 ↗

— Daniel Pennac

#literature #reading #life

Fiction is the only way to redeem the formlessness of life ↗

— Martin Amis

#literature #on-fiction #life

as Kurt Vonnegut pointed out [...] the literary novel has become extraordinarily privatistic of late. It's as if the big issues (Does God exist? from whence springs decency? what sort of species is Homo Sapiens?) were either settled or not worth discusssing, and serious writers should therefore confine themselves to their various ethnic heritages and interpersonal relationships. ↗

— James K. Morrow

#real-life #life

Is the mask magic?" he demanded with sudden, passionate interest. "Yes." I bowed my head, so that our eyes no longer met. "I made it magic to keep you safe. The mask is your friend, Erik. As long as you wear it, no mirror can ever show you the face again." He was silent then and when I showed him the new mask he accepted it without question and put it on hastily with his clumsy, bandaged fingers. But when I stood up to go, he reacted with panic and clutched at my grown. "Don't go! Don't leave me here in the dark." "You are not in the dark," I said patiently. "Look, I have left the candle ..." But I knew, as I looked at him, that it would have made no difference if I had left him fifty candles. The darkness he feared was in his own mind and there was no light in the universe powerful enough to take that darkness from him. With a sigh of resignation I sat back on the bed and began to sing softly; and before I had finished the first verse, he was asleep. The bandages on his hands and wrists showed white and eerie in the candle-light, as I eased my skirts from his grasp. I knew that Marie was right. Physically and mentally, I had scarred him for life. ↗

— Susan Kay

#romance #life