last book that left you with a quote you actively think about?
what the title says, i've found myself trapped in a loop of reading mediocre books recently that i'm never going to think about ever again outside of 'oh yeah, i read that once' and i'm trying to break that asap
I have not shut up about _Titus Groan_ since reading it. It’s the first book of the Gormenghast trilogy, and the prose and characters are incredible.this is the bit that really stuck out to me reading this post:
>”There is a love that equals in its power the love of man for woman and reaches inwards as deeply. It is the love of a man or a woman for their world. For the world of their center where their lives burn genuinely and with a free flame.
>The love of the diver for his world of wavering light. His world of pearls and tendrils and his breath at his breast. Born as a plunger into the deeps he is at one with every swarm of lime-green fish, with every colored sponge. As he holds himself to the ocean’s faery floor, one hand clasped to a bedded whale’s rib, he is complete and infinite. Pulse, power and universe sway in his body. He is in love.
>The love of the painter standing alone and staring, staring at the great colored surface he is making. Standing with him in the room the rearing canvas stares back with tentative shapes halted in their growth, moving in a new rhythm from floor to ceiling. The twisted tubes, the fresh paint squeezed and smeared across the dry on his palette. The dust beneath the easel. The paint has edged along the brushes’ handles. The white light in a northern sky is silent. The window gapes as he inhales his world. His world: a rented room, and turpentine. He moves towards his half-born. He is in Love.
>The rich soil crumbles through the yeoman’s fingers. As the pearl diver murmurs, ‘I am home’ as he moves dimly in strange water-lights, and as the painter mutters, ‘I am me’ on his lone raft of floorboards, so the slow landsman on his acre’d marl – says with dark Fuchsia on her twisting staircase, ‘I am home.'”
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“There’s no misery so deep as one you face by yourself. No nights darker than ones you spend alone. But you can learn to live with any weight. Your scars grow thick enough, they become armour.”
Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff. The quote just resonated deeply with me, good timing I suppose.
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Mine is more pedestrian, but Lonesome Dove has some great short quotes, several of which concern pigs. My favorite is “Pigs on the porch just makes things hotter.”
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“My heart broke all over again. I wanted my life back, my mama, but I knew I would never have that. The child I had been was gone with the child she had been. We were new people, and we didn’t know each other anymore.”
This is a quote from the book *Bastard out of Carolina* by Dorothy Allison. Such a disturbing, heartbreaking book. I cried in every other chapter. And this quote really did it for me.
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I have not shut up about _Titus Groan_ since reading it. It’s the first book of the Gormenghast trilogy, and the prose and characters are incredible.this is the bit that really stuck out to me reading this post:
>”There is a love that equals in its power the love of man for woman and reaches inwards as deeply. It is the love of a man or a woman for their world. For the world of their center where their lives burn genuinely and with a free flame.
>The love of the diver for his world of wavering light. His world of pearls and tendrils and his breath at his breast. Born as a plunger into the deeps he is at one with every swarm of lime-green fish, with every colored sponge. As he holds himself to the ocean’s faery floor, one hand clasped to a bedded whale’s rib, he is complete and infinite. Pulse, power and universe sway in his body. He is in love.
>The love of the painter standing alone and staring, staring at the great colored surface he is making. Standing with him in the room the rearing canvas stares back with tentative shapes halted in their growth, moving in a new rhythm from floor to ceiling. The twisted tubes, the fresh paint squeezed and smeared across the dry on his palette. The dust beneath the easel. The paint has edged along the brushes’ handles. The white light in a northern sky is silent. The window gapes as he inhales his world. His world: a rented room, and turpentine. He moves towards his half-born. He is in Love.
>The rich soil crumbles through the yeoman’s fingers. As the pearl diver murmurs, ‘I am home’ as he moves dimly in strange water-lights, and as the painter mutters, ‘I am me’ on his lone raft of floorboards, so the slow landsman on his acre’d marl – says with dark Fuchsia on her twisting staircase, ‘I am home.'”
“There’s no misery so deep as one you face by yourself. No nights darker than ones you spend alone. But you can learn to live with any weight. Your scars grow thick enough, they become armour.”
Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff. The quote just resonated deeply with me, good timing I suppose.
Mine is more pedestrian, but Lonesome Dove has some great short quotes, several of which concern pigs. My favorite is “Pigs on the porch just makes things hotter.”
“My heart broke all over again. I wanted my life back, my mama, but I knew I would never have that. The child I had been was gone with the child she had been. We were new people, and we didn’t know each other anymore.”
This is a quote from the book *Bastard out of Carolina* by Dorothy Allison. Such a disturbing, heartbreaking book. I cried in every other chapter. And this quote really did it for me.