“A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called ‘leaves’) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and s…”— Carl Sagan, amazon.com
“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.”— Victor Hugo, amazon.com
“I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.”— Nicholas Sparks, amazon.com
“He was my North, my South, my East and West, my working week and my Sunday rest.”— W.H. Auden, amazon.com
“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”— Emily Brontë, amazon.com
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, amazon.com
“I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”— Khaled Hosseini, amazon.com
“We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered.”— Tom Stoppard, amazon.com
“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”— Nicole Krauss, amazon.com