liula:

“If I can’t find a person I know I’m looking for, how can I find a person when I don’t know who I’m looking for?”

liula:

“If I can’t find a person I know I’m looking for, how can I find a person when I don’t know who I’m looking for?”

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All human beings search for either reasons to be good, or excuses to be bad.
Tell-All, Chuck Palahniuk (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
Blue-Eyed Devil, Lisa Kleypas (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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I wanted to change the world. But I have found that the only thing one can be sure of changing is oneself.
Point Counter Point, Aldous Huxley (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.

Astrophel and Stella, Sir Philip Sidney

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To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
An Ideal Husband, Oscar Wilde (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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All the books we own, both read and unread, are the fullest expression of self we have at our disposal. …But with each passing year, and with each whimsical purchase, our libraries become more and more able to articulate who we are, whether we read the books or not.
Nick Hornby (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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After all, reading is arguably a far more creative and imaginative process than writing; when the reader creates emotion in their head, or the colors of the sky during the setting sun, or the smell of a warm summer’s breeze on their face, they should reserve as much praise for themselves as the do for the writer - perhaps more.
The Well of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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Dream

A friend I haven’t seen in years, we met at the play, each with our own friends. It ended, I left. He ran, caught me at the car (my car?), and smiled. “It would be different this time.”

That jolted me and I woke. Wondering, what would be different when, and how?

Strawberry Generation

The mother tongue saga in our education system makes me wonder about the kind of attitude we are inculcating in our children.