This is just what it sounds like: nine quotes I came across while reading and found to be simply beautiful.
You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.
– Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves.
– Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable.
– Amy Tan, The Joy Luck Club
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
– John Green, Looking for Alaska
I was not proud of what I had learned but I never doubted that it was worth knowing.
– Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary
Good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handled with gloves. Now, human respect—you don’t call a man a coward or a liar lightly, but if you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night
And it’s finally only in the woods you get that nostalgia for “cities” at last, you dream of long gray journeys to cities where soft evenings’ll unfold like Paris but never seeing how sickening it will be because of the primordial innocence of health and stillness in the wild—So I tell myself “Be Wise.”
– Jack Kerouac, Big Sur
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road