there was nothing under my skin but light.
if you cut me i would shine.
but now when i fall upon the sidewalks of life,
i skin my knees. I bleed.
-Billy Collins. On turning Ten-
All day long he was docile, intelligent, good
though sometimes changing to a darker mood
he seemed hypocritical, could tell bitter lies,
in the dark he saw dots of colour behind closed eyes,
clenched his fist,
put his tongue out at his elder brother...
-Artur Rimbaud. The poet at seven years old-
'what is it?' harry asked shakily
'this? This is called a pensieve,' said Dumbledore.
'I sometimes find, and i am sure you know the feeling, that i simply have too many thoughts
and memories crammed into my mind.
-J.k Rowling. Harry potter and the Goblet of fire-
And leafing through old books we sometimes find
A dark, oracular phrase is underlined.
you were once here, but in time out of mind.
- Rainer Maria Rilke. Improvisations from Capri in winter III-
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss. consume.
-Romeo and Juliet. Act II. scene VI-
oh please! he felt his heart say to him. oh please let me leave!
-John Irving. The cider house rules-
HERE IS A SMALL FACT. you are going to die.
-Markus Zusak. The book thief-
Where did this love come from?
I dont know; it came to me like a thief in the night...
All i could hope was that my crimes were as monstrous that the love was no bigger than a mustard- seed in the shadow of them, and i wished I'd committed even greater ones to hide
it more deeply still... But the mustard-seed had taken root and was growing and little green
shoots was splitting my heart wide open..
-Phillip Pullman. The Amber Spyglass-
You cannot fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or they spoke languages you cannot understand. And nonetheless,
they have become your closest friends, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you,
the lovers you have always dreamed of.
-Antonio Munoz Molina, The power of the pen-
'Fire and water' he said 'don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately'
-Dustfinger. Inkspell-
But look at the stories people press in books!
They may last longer, yes, but they breathe only when someone opens it.
They are sound pressed between pages, and only a voice can bring them back to life!
-Fenoglio. Inkspell-
The heart was a weak, change-able thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more
fatal mistake than to make it your master . Reason must be in charge. It comforted you for the heart's foolishness, it sang mocking songs about love, derided it as a whim of nature, transient as flowers. so why do we still keep following our heart?
-Violante. Inkdeath-
Once you cared about a person,
it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.
-Bella. New moon-
and lastly...my fav..hehe.... =]
Life sucks, and then you die.
Yeah. I should be so lucky.
- Jacob Black. Breaking Dawn-
