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Day Four of Read-A-Thon: Favourite Quotes

I’m pretty sure these favourite quotes are supposed to be from books we are reading now, but to be brutally honest, I haven’t had a chance to sit down and read yet. The weekend was completely full up and I got lazy Friday. I am planning to just read today (fingers crossed that this headache will let up). So I’m going to provide some of my favourite quotes from my favourite books.

“Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.” (Blue Lily, Lily Blue)

“Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.” (about Neil Josten, from The Foxhole Court)

“Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart.” (Finnick from Mockingjay)

“When we were together, I felt breathless. Now you are.” (for Beatrice – a dedication from one of the books in A Series of Unfortunate Events – I forget which one)

“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.” (The Book Thief)

“You might say I’m a lock pick.”
“You must be a very gifted one.”
“I am indeed.” Kaz leaned back slightly. “You see, every man is a safe, a vault of secrets and longings. Now, there are those who take the brute’s way, but I prefer a gentler approach – the right pressure applied at the right moment, in the right place. It’s a delicate thing.” (Six of Crows)

“Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?” (The Two Towers)

“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things only means Beauty.” (the Preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray)