- “after all, what’s a life, anyway? we’re born, we live a little while, we die.” – charlotte’s web, e.b. white
- “you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope. tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.” – persuasion, jane austen
- “that is love, son of thorns. we welcome its cruelest blows and when we bleed from them, we whisper our thanks.” – lord of shadows, cassandra clare
- “you are part of my existence, part of myself. you have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. you have been in every prospect i have ever seen since- on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. you have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with.” – great expectations, charles dickens
- “‘if you will thank me,’ he replied, ‘let it be for yourself alone. that the wish of giving happiness to you might add force to the other inducements which led me on, i shall not attempt to deny. but your family owe me nothing. much as i respect them, i believe i thought only of you.’” – pride and prejudice, jane austen
- “we are bound together, emma, bound together- i breathe when you breathe, i bleed when you bleed, i’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and i have always, always belonged to you!” – lady midnight, cassandra clare
- “i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.” – the song of achilles, madeline miller
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