Art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
— Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell
The first time he’d held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.
— Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell
He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.
— Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell
My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.
— The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
Don’t we pay for all the things we do, though?
— The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
I’ve had plenty to worry about one time or other. I’m through worrying.
— The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
I can’t stand to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
— The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspective passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath
I won’t call you darling; that would be cute. And I’m not being cute.
— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath
Why go places with guys you can’t talk to? You’ll never meet a soul that way—not the sort you want to meet.
— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath