Bakeneko’s Submitted Quotes

A tendency to melancholy....let it be observed, is a misfortune, not a fault.

Remember in the depth and even the agony of despondency that very shortly you are to feel well again.

My memories have turned into anxieties.

Love is a haunting melody that I have never mastered, and I fear I never will.

Death, the final, triumphant lover.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

I fell into the books, and left myself there for safekeeping.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Once you learn to read, you will be forever free.

He's obviously a... very blessed specimen. So from an evolutionary point of view, he'd produce healthy offspring. So my pre-frontal cortex is telling me, I should have sex with him.

Here’s to alcohol, the rose coloured glasses of life.

Love chooses you. The shadow moves as the sun commands.

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish. And yet it also pleases me and seems right that what is of value and wisdom to one man seems nonsense to another.

Of course anyone who truly loves books buys more of them than he or she can hope to read in one fleeting lifetime.

A literate woman is sharpened like a sword.

Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fish bodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you’ve made.

It seems that it is madder never to abandon one’s self than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always to walk in armour.

Every man who knows how to read has it in his power to magnify himself, to multiply the ways in which he exists.

The most important thing in conversation is hearing what isn’t being said.

There’s nothing more beautiful in the material world than the book.