The best Book Quotes (Page 7)

I'll burn the world down to save her
~Daemon

I want to own this woman, body and soul. I want her.

My inner goddess is jumping up and down, clapping her hands like a five year old.

There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.

I am going to have coffee with Christian Grey... and I hate coffee.

I don’t make love. I fuck... hard.

I've never wanted more, until I met you.

Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia.

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

People with the purest souls are capable of the greatest evils.

Style, like taste, is resistant to lucid definition; however, both, as living things should be, are subject to constant change.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years it was a splendid laugh!

No space of regret can make amends for one life's opportunity misused.

But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.

Some people are nobody's enemies but their own.

Please, sir, I want some more.

It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.

There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.

Maybe not, maybe not. Cheer up, Becky, and let's go on trying.

Who knows, he may grow up to be President someday, unless they hang him first.

Ah, if he could only die temporarily!

You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth.

If you tell the truth you do not need a good memory.

I do not wish any reward but to know I have done the right thing.

Boys suck. Even when they have perfect blue eyes and ridiculously cool trucks. Maybe especially then.

I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

They were great men, with huge flaws, and you know what – those flaws almost made them greater.

Love said about those who loved, much more than about those who were loved.

But she knew that love was chaotic, like life. Love took the path which men could neither anticipate nor understand. Often she left a trace of desolation and regret.

I'm Starting to realize that people lack good mirrors. It's so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love but that doesn't make you love them less. Sometimes you love them more. 

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real? [Albus Dumbledore]

My Generation:

Let's be friends, just friends. I'm not ready for a relationship but I expect you to do things with me with me considered inapropriate in Terms of friendship. We're not together, you can't claim me, you can't be with anyone but me. I nned you to be loyal but I'll do what I want & when you get mad, I'll just tell you we're not together. If you catch feelings, I'll become distant. You knew what this was... I told you, I'm not ready for a relationship.

(My Generation So Damn Lost)

When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.

Supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.

The beginning is always dark.

Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.

We're not perfect. Any of us. We make mistakes, we screw up but then we forgive and move forward

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.

A room without books is like a body without soul

I think ... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it is better to listen to what it has to say!

Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: to think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

'KILL ME!'
And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened.
'Please, Tommy. Please.'
With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ What did they call such young people in Goethe’s Germany?

So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.

So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.

That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.