#marc

I didn't know you had a girlfriend, Griggs." Anson Choi feigns surprise. "What's her name?" "I didn't actually catch her name," Griggs continues. "Lily," Raffaela says over her shoulder and this time I give her a sideways look. "Great to know that I'm in love with a girl with a cool name." "It's Taylor's middle name," Raffaela calls back again. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#melina-marchetta #on-the-jellicoe-road #romance #humor

The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#tintern-abbey #life

Did you know that the average American spends six months of his or her life waiting for red lights to turn green? Six months wasted, waiting for permission to move on. Think of all the other stuff you could do with that time.” I was totally confused. “In the car?” “In your life,” he said. ↗

— Megan McCafferty

#megan-mccafferty #life

Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#faythe #love #marc #rachel-vincent #shifters

You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. ↗

— J. Michael Straczynski

#life

I hope you make it through law school still feeling like you do.' 'Why wouldn't I?' I asked him. And he answered, 'Sometimes you start off going one way and you eng up going another way and you don't know how it happened. ↗

— Francisco X. Stork

#life #marcello #your-way #life

The belief that a person has a share in an unknown life to which his or her love may win us admission is, of all the prerequisites of love, the one which it values most highly and which makes it set little store by all the rest. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#marcel-proust #proust #remembrance-of-things-past #swann-s-way #life

The lesson of an American life like my father's... is that achievements are compatible with decency (112). ↗

— Saul Bellow

#life

...[His] past had now risen, only the pleasures of it seeming to have lost their quality. Night and day, without interruption save of brief sleep which only wove retrospect and fear into a fantastic present, he felt the scenes of his earlier life coming between him and everything else, as obstinately as when we look through the window from a lighted room, the objects we turn our backs on are still before us, instead of the grass and the trees. The successive events inward and outward were there in one view: though each might be dwelt on in turn, the rest still keep their hold in the consciousness. ↗

— George Eliot

#life

Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother did for him, but you are doing exactly that to me. You keep leaving me. You leave me longing for you again and again when I would give anything for you to stay, and it is killing me.” “It has to kill one of us,” Celia says quietly. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#love #marco #love