I had a dove and the sweet dove died; / And I have thought it died of grieving: / O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, / With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; / Sweet little red feet! why should you die-- / Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? / You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, / Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? / I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; / Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
“Look at that sea, girls—all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn’t enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.
~ Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery
“If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?
~ Life of Pi, by Yann Martel
“When you’ve suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.
~ Life of Pi, Yann Martel
The splendours of the firmament of time
May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not;
Like stars to their appointed height they climb,
And death is a low mist which cannot blot
The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought
Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair,
And love and life contend in it, for what
Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there
And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
- “Adonais,” by Percy Bysshe Shelley
“What wonderful thing didn’t start out scary?
~ Warm Bodies, Isaac Marion
“Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook… I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to acertain his feelings for Harriet. I don’t think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done.
~ Emma, Jane Austen
“But if it be a sin to covet honour, / I am the most offending soul alive.
~ Henry V, William Shakespeare
“If the sea should swallow up my house / I will turn my rooftop inside out, and the wind will be wailing / But I will be sailing faster
~ “Elements,” A Fine Frenzy
“And they were canopied by the blue sky, / So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, / That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
~ “The Dream,” Lord Byron
