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Quotes of the Day!

Sam looked at me soft. And she hugged me. And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

 

I like girls. I really do. Because they can think you look good in a bathing suit even when you don’t.

 

Then, we both rested our heads on her shoulders, like a sideways hug, which made her cry even harder. Or maybe it let her cry even harder. I’m not sure which.

 

The above quotes are all from Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I just read the book and I enjoyed it a whole lot (and, in a way, it reminded me of The Human Comedy which is another great book). Things are stated so simply and you get wrapped up in them – but looking back through the book at the quotes I liked … I realized they’re all so contextual. I wanted to highlight some great lines but I realized I couldn’t just throw the lines out there.

But I also didn’t want to write a whole new post. So … here are a few lines, and my thumbs up on the book.

Thus ends this post!

Quotes of the Day!

“Read almost half.

Just didn’t like”

This was written on the title page of my (used) copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude.

I have to say, I agree with the quote. HOWEVER, I pushed on, and while the book was at times confusing and rambly and long-winded (remind you of anyone?) there were some lovely quotes. Without further ado …

 

One Hundred Years of Solitude Quotes

In several desperate efforts of concentration he willed her to appear but Remedios did not respond. He looked for her in her sisters’ shop, behind the window shades in her house, in her father’s office, but he found her only in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.

 

whose head covered with patent leather curls aroused in women an irrepressible need to sigh

 

He wept one whole afternoon in Ursula’s lap and she would have sold her soul in order to comfort him.

 

He became lost in misty byways, in times reserved for oblivion, in labyrinths of disappointment.

 

so many times postponed, putting her resignation aside and shitting on everything once and for all and drawing out of her heart the infinite stacks of bad words that she had been forced to swallow over a century of conformity.
“Shit!” she shouted.

 

“If you hadn’t come,” he said, “you never would have seen me again.”
Meme felt the weight of his hand on her knee and she knew that they were both arriving at the other side of abandonment at that instant.
“What shocks me about you,” she said smiling, “is that you always say exactly what you shouldn’t be saying.”

 

he realized that his wife’s determination had been provoked by a nostalgic mirage

 

the scientific possibility of seeing the future showing through in time as one sees what is written on the back of a sheet of paper through the light

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While I would not recommend this book, it still had its moments for me. And lines like, in particular, the last one, bring pictures of new stories to my mind. For that reason I’m happy I read the book (and not just so I can stop feeling guilty for having bought it and not read it).

Buy it here.