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“Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“She was struggling against a current that brought her inside herself.”
― Mohsin Hamid, The Reluctant Fundamentalist

“It was hell to be so tired, and still care.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Shards of Honour

“You don't love him. You only love that he loves you.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Siren

“What I Have Lived For

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.
I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what--at last--I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.”
― Bertrand Russell

“The ruins proclaim the building was beautiful.”
― Mohsin Hamid

“Noting that it would be a long trial, with many witnesses, I recall the old Chinese proverb, "The palest ink is better than the best memory," urging the jury to take detailed notes to aid them in their deliberations.”
― Vincent Bugliosi, Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders

“There is nothing so eloquent as a thing well done.”
― Roy T. Bennett

“Maximum return was the maxim to which we returned.”
― Mohsin Hamid

“Life. In all it's mundane majesty.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

“She had earned every one of her bruises and blisters, had built a new Alice over the frame of one with whom she never felt entirely comfortable.”
― Jojo Moyes, The Giver of Stars