#sentence

Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love

David was catnip and kryptonite to me ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

My suffering left me sad and gloomy. ↗

— Yann Martel

#life

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. ↗

— George Eliot

#beauty

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. ↗

— Shirley Jackson

#escapism #first-sentence #opening-lines #reality #sanity

Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#prison

On a sticky August evening two weeks before her due date, Ashima Ganguli stands in the kitchen of a Central Square apartment, combining Rice Krispies and Planters peanuts and chopped red onion in bowl. ↗

— Jhumpa Lahiri

#food #dating

[People] ask themselves, what is suitable for my position? What is usually done by persons of my station and percuniary circumstances? Or (worse still) what is usually done by persons of a station and circumstances superior to mine? I do not mean that they choose what is customary in preference to what suits their own inclinations. It does not occur to them to have any inclination, except for what is customary. Thus the mind itself is bowed to the yoke: even in what people do for pleasure, conformity is the first thing thought of; they like in crowds; they exercise choice only among things that are commonly done: peculiarity of taste, eccentricity of conduct, are shunned equally with crimes: until by dint of not following their own nature they have no nature to follow: their human capacities are withered and starved: they become incapable of any strong wishes or native pleasures, and are generally without either opinions or feelings of home growth, or properly their own. ↗

— John Stuart Mill

#philosophy #run-on-sentence-award #equality

Die Welt ist wie Wasser, scharlachrot und sanft gefärbt mit hellem Himmel. Und manchmal sind die Träume, die sich tief in den vergessenen Liedern unserer Kindheit verbergen, wie die Pfade in den Tiefen Wäldern, von jenem schweren Dunkel, das allein zu betreten man sich scheut, weil was dort schlummert, nur selten ist, was man zu finden erhofft. ↗

— Christoph Marzi

#fantasy #first-sentence #german #dreams

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#first-sentence #opening-lines #first-sentence