#best seller books
“Petit a petit, l'oiseau fait son nid.”
“Little by little, the bird makes its nest.”
“When you were away from me you were still present in my art…. Of course I never let you know anything about this.”
The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
“You can stop swimming now, Lily. We finally reached the shore.”
It Ends With Us,Colleen Hoover
“Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere”
New Year’s Day (reputation),Taylor Swift
“Because sometimes the only way to learn is to live”
The Midnight Library, Matt Haig
Pardon my sanity, in a world insane.
Letter to Elizabeth Holland,Emily Dickinson
“We are the only poets, and everyone else is prose.”
Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson,Emily Dickinson
“What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?”
Night and Day,Virginia Woolf
“Oh, goddamn. My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.”
ivy (evermore),Taylor Swift
“You drew stars around my scars. But now I’m bleeding.”
cardigan (folklore),Taylor Swift
“You weren’t mine to lose.”
august (folklore),Taylor Swift
“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”
Between the Acts,Virginia Woolf
“You can aim for my heart, go for blood. But you would still miss me in your bones.”
my tears ricochet (folklore),Taylor Swift
“I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you”
Daylight (Lover),Taylor Swift
“I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life.“
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,Sylvia Plath
“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”
Kait Rokowski
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”
A Letter to Theo,Vincent Van Gogh
“who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?”
A Room of One’s Own,Virginia Woolf
Many wonderful things are invisible, you know. The air we breathe. The breeze that blows. Love. A beautiful perfume. The notes of a song. That feeling that you get at the end of summer.
The world runs on invisible things, Emily Dickinson.
Dickinson 2x08, “I’m Nobody! Who are you?”
“From the moment I met you, your personality had the most extraordinary influence over me. I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. I worshipped you. I grew jealous of everyone to whom you spoke. I wanted to have you all to myself. I was only happy when I was with you.”
The Picture of Dorian Gray,Oscar Wilde
