Enjoy! There are quite a few. Leave me a comment and let me know which is your favorite!
- “Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils.” from The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje
- What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves — our own hungers, our own wishes, our own deficiencies. Now that I’ve been one myself, I know” from The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood
- “Just remember that the things you put into your head are forever, he said. You might want to think about that.” “You forget some things, don’t you?” “Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.” from The Road by Cormac McCarthy
- "He had intended, probably, to take what he could and go – but now he found that he had committed himself to the following of a grail. He knew that Daisy was extraordinary, but he didn’t realize just how extraordinary a “nice” girl could be. She vanished into her rich house, into her rich, full life, leaving Gatsby – nothing. He felt married to her, that was all.” from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
- “A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.” from The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood
- “Upon her arrival, you could still see the bite marks of snow on her hands and the frosty blood on her fingers. Everything about her was undernourished. Wirelike shins. Coat hanger arms. She did not produce it easily, but when it came, she had a starving smile.” from The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
- “The horses were living shadows, fashioned from darkness.” from The Last Olympian by Rick Riordan
- “My mother moves so fast I do not even see it coming. But she slaps my face hard enough to make my head snap backward. She leaves a print that stains me long after it has faded. Just so you know: shame is five-fingered.” My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult
- “We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all.” from The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
- "Salander felt like a bag of bananas that had been left too long in the sun." from The Girl Who Played with Fire
- “Here’s the problem with symbols: people expect them to mean something. Not just any something, something in particular. Exactly. Maximum. You know what? It doesn’t work like that… so some symbols do have a relatively limited range of meanings, but in general a symbol can’t be reduced to standing for only one thing.” from How to Read Literature Like a Professor
- “… I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering it things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.” from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
- “Baba wet his hair and combed it back. I helped him in a clean white shirt and knotted his tie for him, noting the two inches of empty space between the collar button and Baba’s neck. I thought of all the empty spaces Baba would leave behind when he was gone, and I made myself think of something else.” from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
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