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bright-sky-press: “Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” ― Groucho Marx, The Essential Groucho: Writings For By And About Groucho Marx      My favorite quote about reading. Or at least, it’s my favorite when I’m feeling whimsical!

bright-sky-press:

“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.”
― Groucho Marx, The Essential Groucho: Writings For By And About Groucho Marx     

My favorite quote about reading. Or at least, it’s my favorite when I’m feeling whimsical!

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Where is this sign? I love their quotes. Wish I could walk past it every day.

Where is this sign? I love their quotes. Wish I could walk past it every day.

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So we bear on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The last line of the novel.

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It will not say, Isn’t X beautiful? Such demands are murderous to beauty.
Bluets by Maggie Nelson
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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre  (via starfishlove)

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aseaofquotes: Markus Zusak, The Book Thief Submitted by Anonymous.  View high resolution

aseaofquotes:

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Submitted by Anonymous. 

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Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
theparisreview: A Tennessee Williams manuscript page from a draft of his play Small Craft Warnings written on the back of a piece of thin onion-skin hotel stationery. View high resolution

theparisreview:

A Tennessee Williams manuscript page from a draft of his play Small Craft Warnings written on the back of a piece of thin onion-skin hotel stationery.

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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

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“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Happy Birthday Harper Lee!

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