#literature

I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the warm hazel iris of her fluffy eyes, or for the natural side-wave of her brown hair, done anyhow, or again for that movement of her plump shoulders. But, probably the truth was that I loved her because she loved me. To her I was the ideal man: brains, pluck. And there was none dressed better. I remember once, when I first put on that new dinner jacket, with the vast trousers, she clapsed her hands, sank down on a chair and murmured: 'Oh, Hermann...." It was ravishment bordering upon something like heavenly woe. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#love #love

The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#books #literature #reading #literature

And literature frequently rises to heights that make it international. ↗

— Irving Langmuir

#heights #international #literature #make #rises

I lived in a region in the northwestern province - the people there in general have a great love for the Taliban, so I started to read some of the literature of the scholars and the history of the movement. And my heart became attached to them. ↗

— John Walker Lindh

#became #general #great #great love #heart

I also really liked playing Mr. Tumnus in 'Narnia'. I got to play my favorite character in children's literature, which I loved. You don't get the chance to do that in other jobs. ↗

— James McAvoy

#chance #character #children #favorite #get

Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. ↗

— Henry Miller

#develop #forget #interest #interesting #interesting people

The elegance and the quality - the talent is always in the literature. I start with the word and I base everything on that. It doesn't make any difference to me. ↗

— Kate Mulgrew

#any #base #difference #elegance #everything

We're not in love with Literature all the time - especially when you have to teach it every day. ↗

— Howard Nemerov

#especially #every #every day #literature #love

Creation groans, awaiting the revelation of the sons of God. It remembers, I think, in dreams, the wonders of the sinless, perfect world. You can hear it in the wild tinkle of the wind through the beech leaves, the splashing of water through cold, crystal streams, the beauty of a hind poised against the sky on a hilltop, and al through heartbreaking, beautiful things that surround us each day. They are memories, dear Indi, memories of long-lost days when God walked with man and all was well [...] But all these beauties we see are but dreams in the night, whispers of a hope to come beyond the end of this Age, that wonderful Other Thing. [...] God will not settle for imperfection, but He works His own ways in His own time. That is what we are living for, that is what stirs our sweet dreams each night, both us and the world, and that is what keeps us going through the dark: knowing that a morning is coming. And while we love the beauty of our world, we must remember that it is only a type, a shadow thing, very faintly resembling what is to come. ↗

— Jennifer Freitag

#beauty-in-literature #courage #life #purpose #age

I will always know the glory of the beautiful and rare, as they will know security from labour and prayer. As they will hear the laughter of the children they gave life, I will know the torments of the song born under knife. ↗

— Roman Payne

#artists #creation #creativity #literature #writers