Stoner by John Williams
In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another.
The Natural by Bernard Malamud
We have two lives, Roy, the life we learn with and the life we live with after that.
The Fault In Our Stars by John Green
it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again
A Place of My Own by Michael Pollan
Daydreaming does not enjoy tremendous prestige in our culture, which tends to regard it as unproductive thought. Writers perhaps appreciate its importance better than most, since a fair amount of what they call work consists of little more than daydreaming edited. Yet anyone who reads for pleasure should prize it too, for what is reading a good book but a daydream at second hand? Unlike any other form of thought, daydreaming is its own reward.
High Fidelity by Nick Hornby
it’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favorite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party
It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive and turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of use who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.
I have to confess (but only to myself, obviously) that maybe, given the right set of peculiar, freakish, probably unrepeatable circumstances, it’s not what you like but what you’re like that’s important.
On The Shortness of Life by Seneca
as soon as it comes to squandering time they are most wasteful of the one thing in which it is right to be stingy
But if each of us could have the tally of his future years set before him, as we can of our past years, how alarmed would be those who saw only a few years ahead, and how carefully would they use them!
But putting things off is the biggest waste of life: it snatches away each day as it comes, and denies us the present by promising the future.
Life is divided into three periods, past, present and future. Of these, the present is short, the future is doubtful, the past is certain.
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz
She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life.
Every Day by David Levithan
Ultimately, the universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us. That’s why we have to care about each other.
Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.
Art & Fear by David Bayles and Ted Orland
Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Curry
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