The best Book Quotes (Page 8)

In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.

In school, we learned about the world before ours, about the angels and gods that lived in the sky, ruling the earth with kind and loving hands. Some say those are just stories, but I don't believe that.

The gods rule us still, they have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.

The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.

Anyone can betray anyone.

Hermione: "I mean, it's sort of exciting isn't it? Breaking the rules."
Ron: "Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?"

Everything is possible if you got enough nerve.

Doors are for people with no imagination.

Ron: 'One person couldn't feel all that. They'd explode.'
Hermione: 'Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have!'

Curiosity is not a sin. But we should exercise caution with our curiosity.

'Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?' asked Scrimgeour.
'No, I’m not,' retorted Hermione. 'I'm hoping to do some good in the world!'

'Why are you wearing a fox hat?'
'Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox'

Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.

It is my belief that the truth is generally preferable to lies.

I want to have friends that I can trust and who love me for the Person I am not the person I was.

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

Without suffering, there'd be no compassion.

I held her close to me with my eyes closed, wonering if anything in my life had ever been this perfect and knowing at the same time that it hadn't. I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.

'Do you love me?' I asked her. She smiled. 'Yes.' 'Do you want me to be happy?' as I asked her this I felt my heart beginning to race. 'Of course I do.' 'Will you do something for me then?' She looked away, sadness crossing her features. 'I don't know if I can anymore.' she said. 'but if you could, would you?' I cannot adequately describe the intensity of what I was feeling at that moment. Love, anger, sadness, hope, and fear, whirling together sharpened by the nervousness I was feeling. Jamie looked at me curiously and my breaths became shallower. Suddenly I knew that I'd never felt as strongly for another person as I did at that moment. As I returned her gaze, this simple realization made me wish for the millionth time that I could make all this go away. Had it been possible, I would have traded my life for hers. I wanted to tell her my thoughts, but the sound of her voice suddenly silenced the emotions inside me. 'yes' she finally said, her voice weak yet somehow still full of promise. 'I would.' Finally getting control of myself I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. even now she was perfect. My throat began to tighten again, but as I said, I knew what I had to do. Since I had to accept that it was not within my power to cure her, what I wanted to do was give her something that she'd wanted. It was what my heart had been telling me to do all along. Jamie, I understood then, had already given me the answer I'd been searching for, the answer my heart needed to find. She'd told me outside Mr. Jenkins office, the night we'd asked him about doing the play. I smiled softly, and she returned my affection with a slight squeeze of my hand, as if trusting me in what I was about to do. Encouraged, I leaned closer and took a deep breath. When I exhaled, these were the words that flowed with my breath. 'Will you marry me?'

When we pray we admit defeat.

If you expect the worst from a person you can never be disappointed.

We're a government that believes in everybody having the illusion of free will.

A perverse nature can be stimulated by anything. Any book can be used as a pornographic instrument, even a great work of literature if the mind that so uses it is off-balance. I once found a small boy masturbating in the presence of the Victorian steel-engraving in a family Bible.

If he can only perform good or only perform evil, then he is a clockwork orange - meaning that he has the appearance of an organism lovely with colour and juice but is in fact only a clockwork toy to be wound up by God or the Devil.

It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.

It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.

The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.

When a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man.

We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.

Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?

I'm very good at the past. It's the present I can't understand.

Being gay was a bit like the Olympics: It disappeared in ancient times, and then they brought it back in the twentieth century.

Knowing that you want to die makes you less scared.

There's nothing you can't fuck up if you try hard enough.

Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice.

When you're unhappy, I guess everything in the world - reading, eating, sleeping - has something buried somewhere inside it that just makes you unhappier.

Telling me I can do anything I want is like pulling the plug out of the bath and then telling the water it can go anywhere it wants. Try it, and see what happens.

I read the fuck out of every book I can get my hands on.

Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.

Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.

A sense of humor... is superior to any religion so far devised.

Birth and death were easy. It was life that was hard.

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.