There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.
— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via matrem)
We cannot change the hearts of those people, but we can make war so terrible… [and] make them so sick of war that generations would pass away before they would again appeal to it.
— Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman, during his March to the Sea
If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet…maybe we could understand something.
— Federico Fellini (via criterion-collection)
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
— Virginia Woolf (via gentles)
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
— Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)
Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game (via larmoyante)