#book quotes
“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
“Please never forget that the sun rises and sets with your smile. At least to me it does. You’re the only thing on this planet worth worshipping.”
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo,Taylor Jenkins Reid
“If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart.”
The Picture of Dorian Gray,Oscar Wilde
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
Kit, particularly, grieved the way some people drink, which is to say: rarely but always alone and to excess. So she could not keep Mick’s gaze at that very moment because she did not want to cry.
- Malibu Rising, Taylor Jenkins Reid
Our parents live inside us, whether they stick around or not, Hud thought. They express themselves through us in the way we hold a pen or shrug our shoulders, in the way we raise our eyebrow. Our heritage lingers in our blood. The idea of it scared the shit out of him.
Malibu Rising, Taylor Jenkins Reid
Someone should tell them all, Nina thought, paradise doesn’t exist.
Malibu Rising, Taylor Jenkins Reid
She allowed herself to grieve every tiny thing—every hair roller, every housedress, every smile, every promise. She wanted to empty herself of heartbreak, a task both possible and impossible.
Malibu Rising, Taylor Jenkins Reid
She was going to have to accept that she had always, her entire life, desired softness. Curves and smooth skin and long hair and soft lips. She had always ached to be touched with gentle hands.
- Malibu Rising, Taylor Jenkins Reid
And because June had not shrugged off his arm, Mick felt confident enough to kiss her neck. And because she had not shrugged off the small request, she did not know how to shrug off the larger one. And on and on it went. Small boundaries broken, snapped like tiny twigs, so many that June barely noticed he was coming for the whole tree.
Malibu Rising, Taylor Jenkins Reid
But in the morning, her anger had lost its edges. It had morphed into sorrow. She was now overtaken by the dull ache of grief, expansive and tender like a whole-body bruise. She had lost the life she had believed she’d been granted. She was in mourning.
Malibu Rising, Taylor Jenkins Reid
June poured herself a glass of orange juice and then popped the top of the vodka she kept in the cabinet and tossed that in, too. She smoothed her hair, tried to summon the dregs of her dignity.
Malibu Rising, Taylor Jenkins Reid
