Not everyone is a reader, but surely we can all appreciate a great quote - especially when they are handpicked by your fellow bookworms. Take a look at this small collection of the most beautiful passages ever written and prepare to feel the feels.
1. He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.
2. She wasnt doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.
- J. D. Salinger (A Girl I Knew)
3. "What day is it?"
"It's today", squeaked Piglet.
"My favorite day", said Pooh.
- AA Milne (Winnie The Pooh)
4. "The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't."
- Douglas Adams (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)
5. This sentence has five words....
"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. Its like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbalssounds that say listen to this, it is important.
- Gary Provost
6. "In the beginning, the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move."
- Douglas Adams (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)
7. "Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. With Major Major it had been all three. Even among men lacking all distinction he inevitably stood out as a man lacking more distinction than all the rest, and people who met him were always impressed by how unimpressive he was."
Joseph Heller (Catch-22)
8. Death can find nothing to expose in him that is not beautiful.
- Homer (Iliad)
9. "Maybe... you'll fall in love with me all over again."
"Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"
"Yes. I want to ruin you."
"Good," I said. "That's what I want too.
- Ernest Hemingway (A Farewell to Arms)
10. What are men to rocks and mountains?
- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
11. Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives Im not living.
- Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)
12. "She is the 100% perfect girl for me. He is the 100% perfect boy for me. But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fourteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever."
- Haruki Murakami (On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning)
13. A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupry (The Little Prince)
14. "To be with you or not to be with you is the measure of my time"
- Jorge Luis Borges, (The Threatened Man)
15. "Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
- Hunter S. Thompson
16. There is no greater sorrow than to recall our times of joy in wretchedness.
- Dante Alighieri (The Divine Comedy)
17. In our village, folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.
- Alexander Solzhenitsyn (One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich)
18. Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.
- Khaled Hosseini (And the Mountains Echoed)
19. The curves of your lips rewrite history.
- Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
20. It eluded us then, but thats no mattertomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
21. At the still point, there the dance is.
- T. S. Eliot, (Four Quartets)