He had no words to express her, his woman of mountain ice, to express how it had been in that moment when his life had been in pieces at his feet and she had become its meaning.

The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie

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I picked up another book, even though I shouldn’t have, because I just really needed Rushdie’s prose.  Does anyone else get cravings for a certain author’s style?

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I can’t remember the last time I felt anticipation — not of sex (necessarily), but of getting to know a delicious new person, even if he is a poor schmuck.
Norah (Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan)
I really would like to stop working forever – never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I’m doing now – and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends. And cultivate my perceptions, cultivate the visionary thing in me. Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence.
Allen Ginsberg 

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He wondered how it could have taken him so long to realize how much he cared for her, and he told her so, and she called him an idiot, and he declared that it was the finest thing that ever a man had been called.
Stardust by Neil Gaiman

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The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation.
For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.
Neil Degrasse Tyson, in an AMA on reddit, responding to a young man who asked how to find motivation in life. (via fishingboatproceeds)

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I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout in the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
The Fault in Our Stars
You’re arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that’s a lie, and you know it.
Hazel, The Fault in Our Stars
That’s why I like you. […] You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
Augustus Waters, The Fault in Our Stars
Her skin is creamy perfection and her gaze manages to be both kind and pensive, as if she’s staring off into the sunset while also thinking of bandaging the skinned knees of crying children. I do not know how to accomplish such a look.
Rebel Angels by Libba Bray
when things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again, it’s because a little piece gets lost — the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed.
Will Grayson, Will Grayson (David Levithan’s Will)