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A.E. Samaan
History is indeed stranger than fiction. The twists and turns of human history are too outlandish for to be believable in any work of fiction.
Adam Levin
Why do we weep once we know that everything will be alright? We weep because the only way everything could ever be alright is in fiction. We weep because what we've seen can't be true, no matter how badly we wish it were. We weep at the truth.
Someday or the other... we will find what we are looking for, or maybe we won't, maybe we will find something much greater than that.
Agatha Christie
When you read the account of a murder - or, say, a fiction story based on murder - you usually begin with the murder itself. That's all wrong. The murder begins a long time beforehand. A murder is the culmination of a lot of different circumstances, all converging at a given moment at a given point. People are brought into it from different parts of the globe and for unforeseen reasons. [...] The murder itself is the end of the story. It's Zero Hour.He paused.It's Zero Hour now.
Ahmed Mostafa
The only difference between fiction and religion is that people don't kill themselves over fiction.
Alan Moore
It's funny, but certain faces seem to go in and out of style. You look at old photographs and everybody has a certain look to them, almost as if they're related. Look at pictures from ten years later and you can see that there's a new kind of face starting to predominate, and that the old faces are fading away and vanishing, never to be seen again.
Alastair Bruce
It has been raining here for ten years.I keep an accurate record of time and can state this with no fear of contradiction.
Albert Camus
If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.
Alberto Manguel
As readers, we are seldom interested in the fine sentiments of a lesson learnt; we seldom care about the good manners of morals. Repentance puts an end to conversation; forgiveness becomes the stuff of moralistic tracts. Revenge - bloodthirsty, justice-hungry revenge - is the very essence of romance, lying at the heart of much of the best fiction.
Alberto Savinio
Mr. Codro's destiny is Ptolemaic; in other words, based on fiction. Ptolemaic says it all; it means above all fixed and unchanging, that is to say different from real life which is by nature changing and temporary. It means: not according to natural truth, but according to man's desire and the pretense inspired by his fear of dying and his desire for permanence.
Aldous Huxley
But then the course of events takes no account of verisimilitude. Fiction has to be probable; fact does not.
Aldous Huxley
The trouble with fiction, said John Rivers, is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.
Alice Hoffman
...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go.From Alice Hoffman's Local Girls, pg.102.
Alice Hoffman
When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.
Allen Morris Jones
It's not an easy thing to tell a true story.
Amanda Lovelace
My boy?he is evenbetter than books.-fiction has nothing on you.
Amanda Lovelace
my boy? he is evenbetter than books. -fiction has nothing on you.
Amelia Mangan
Stanley forced a smile to his lips at the memory of the onesided romance; it was silly, after all, a stupid childhood crush. Who'd fall in love with a fictional character? That was the kind of thing you laughed about as an adult. Or at least Harriet had thought so. He couldn't quite do it, though. Couldn't quite see it as a joke. It had felt too real, too raw and wild and fierce, for him todismiss it even now. It was love, of a sort, stunted and unformed as it was. For a time, it had kept him sane.
Aminah Iman
Never give up! And write for yourself first and foremost.
Amor Towles
In our twenties, when there is still so much time ahead of us, time that seems ample for a hundred indecisions, for a hundred visions and revisions
Amy Tan
You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.
Andrew Wilson
After reading Burgum, [Patricia Highsmith] wrote in her cahier that, like Kafka, she felt she was a pessimist, unable to formulate a system in which an individual could believe in God, government or self. Again like Kafka, she looked into the great abyss which separated the spiritual and the material and saw the terrifying emptiness, the hollowness, at the heart of every man, a sense of alienation she felt compelled to explore in her fiction. As her next hero, she would take an architect, 'a young man whose authority is art and therefore himself,' who when he murders, 'feels no guilt or even fear when he thinks of legal retribution'. The more she read of Kafka the more she felt afraid as she came to realise, 'I am so similar to him.
Andy Weir
How did I end up in this situation? I'm the district sales manager of a napkin factor. Why is my daughter in space?
Ankita Chadha
The love that we feel for each other is not about the worldly things, those materialistic possessions, or great looks either.It's about the breath I hold at your sheer sight. It's about the constant drumming of my heart when you come near me, making me aware of your control on me, and how my senses crave for more of you. My love for you is 'you', and it will still take me eternity to figure out more of it!
Ann Patchett
Reading fiction is important. It is a vital means of imagining a life other than our own, which in turn makes us more empathetic beings. Following complex story lines stretches our brains beyond the 140 characters of sound-bite thinking, and staying within the world of a novel gives us the ability to be quiet and alone, two skills that are disappearing faster than the polar icecaps.
Anthea Syrokou
Writing is a bittersweet addiction. The more it drains you; the more replenished you feel, and you crave it even more.
Anthony Nicolosi
I know this is what God made me … He wanted me to be a gay man so he could have this experience with me. In my spirit, in my soul…this is why he made me…so that he could experience it with me from the clay, to the sparkling dust of spirit that is also me, flowing into heaven.
Anuradha Bhattacharyya
School children, who have enjoyed reading a romance or a detective thriller or a novel about terror and conquest, make the invariable mistake of studying literature in the college. They make the mistake of learning theory in place of art; they acquire impediments in their own enjoyment of the books by allowing a set of theories to govern their own reading.
Arthur C. Clarke
But please remember: this is only a work of fiction. The truth, as always, will be far stranger.
Arthur C. Clarke
This is only a work of fiction , The Truth as always will be far stranger
Arthur Conan Doyle
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.
Arun D. Ellis
Let's de-bunk some of this, shall we? Myth 1
Arun D. Ellis
Let's de-bunk some of this, shall we? Myth 1
Atul Purohit
To be honest with you, I don't have the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to give you a hug, ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have a heart; a heart that's aching to see you smile again.lines from Love Vs Destiny...
Audrey Niffenegger
The hardest lesson is Clare's solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I've interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreary silence of her day. Sometimes I see an expression on Clare's face that is like a closed door. She has gone inside the room of her mind and is sitting there knitting or something. I've discovered that Clare likes to be alone. But when I return from time traveling she is always relieved to see me.
Benjamin Disraeli
Romance has been elegantly defined as the offspring of fiction and love.
Bertrand Russell
I do not pretend to be able to prove that there is no God. I equally cannot prove that Satan is a fiction. The Christian god may exist; so may the gods of Olympus, or of ancient Egypt, or of Babylon. But no one of these hypotheses is more probable than any other: they lie outside the region of even probable knowledge, and therefore there is no reason to consider any of them.
Beth Cohen
There are moment of sadness and moment of joy. This is life.
Billie-Jo Williams
Hurricanes couldn't remove you from my mind. You're my world and I'm incapable of not loving you.
Book Editor Angelina
If you are going to write a book,Make sure it is going to be worth reading .
Boy Candra
Tak ada cinta yang benar-benar sempurna. Namun, cinta yang selalu mencoba kembali menyempurnakan setelah hati terluka itu benar-benar ada
Brad Jensen
Fall into the cavern of my mind, and together there, we will dine.
Brad Jensen
Pull back the curtain and jump down the rabbit hole.
Brandon Sanderson
So long as we do not depend on the facts entirely, incomplete knowledge is better than complete ignorance.--Egwene al'Vere
Bret Easton Ellis
The real Julian Wells didn't die in a cherry-red convertible, overdosing on a highway in Joshua Tree while a choir soared over the sound track.
Bret Easton Ellis
The book was blunt and had an honesty about it, whereas the movie was just a beautiful lie.
Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin, The Walk - Memoir of a Liberian Civil War Survivor, 2016
It was as if hell itself had taken human form and come up from the abyss.
Bruno Bettelheim
The child intuitively comprehends that although these stories are unreal, they are not untrue ...
Caitlín R. Kiernan
It is not the task of a writer to 'tell all,' or even to decide what to leave in, but to decide what to leave out. Whatever remains, that meager sum of this profane division, that's the bastard chimera we call a 'story.' I am not building, but cutting away. And all stories, whether advertised as truth or admitted falsehoods, are fictions, cleft from the objective facts by the aforementioned action of cutting away. A pound of flesh. A pile of sawdust. Discarded chips of Carrara marble. And what's left over.Houses Under The Sea
Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Martin, at my age, eroticism is reduced to enjoying caramel custard and looking at widows' necks.
Carrie Fisher
Karl Marx: Religion is the opiate of the masses.Carrie Fisher: I did masses of opiates religiously.
Carroll Bryant
Listen. Jennifer reverted, I didn't mean anything by all of that before. I understand what you were trying to do and ... She struggled for the right words. Sweetie, like love, people don't live inside of life, life lives inside of you. Open yourself up to it and there's no stopping your heart.
Carroll Bryant
I don't know who he was, Kavita flat-out states, but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn't he?Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him?Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, Yes. I have.
Carroll Bryant
The white lily stands for purity. Artists for centuries have pictured the angel Gabriel coming to the virgin Mary with a spray of lillies in his hand, to announce that she is to be the mother of the Turks.
Carroll Bryant
Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?Just the usual. She answers. Shattered dreams.
Carroll Bryant
You know, Kavita begins, I think I can pick out my own furniture. I am an artist after all. I do have some taste.No you don't. Nick plainly states. No man has taste. Besides, I didn't pick it out, she did. Wives are good for things like that.
Carroll Bryant
This isn't your world. It's your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.
Carroll Bryant
Lily looks back down at the necklace in her hand that Kavita had given her. It must have cost a fortune.It did. He confirms. Though not nearly as much as you're worth.Lily looks up at him. Don't say that. You hurt me everytime you speak.
Cassandra Clare
There is truth in stories. There is truth in one of your paintings, boy, or in a sunset or a couplet from Homer. Fiction is truth, even if it is not fact. If you believe only facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die.
Charlaine Harris
Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.
Charles Baxter
When all the details fit in perfectly, something is probably wrong with the story.
Charlie Brooker
Until recently, I was an ebook sceptic, see; one of those people who harrumphs about the physical pleasure of turning actual pages and how ebook will never replace the real thing. Then I was given a Kindle as a present. That shut me up. Stock complaints about the inherent pleasure of ye olde format are bandied about whenever some new upstart invention comes along. Each moan is nothing more than a little foetus of nostalgia jerking in your gut. First they said CDs were no match for vinyl. Then they said MP3s were no match for CDs. Now they say streaming music services are no match for MP3s. They're only happy looking in the rear-view mirror.
Charlotte Brontë
I held a brief debate with myself as to whether I should change my ordinary attire for something smarter. At last I concluded it would be a waste of labour. Doubtless, though I, she is some stiff old maid ; for though the daughter of Madame Reuter, she may well number upwards of forty winters; besides, if it were otherwise, if she be both young and pretty, I am not handsome, and no dressing can make me so, therefore I'll go as I am. And off I started, cursorily glancing sideways as I passed the toilet-table, surmounted by a looking-glass: a thin irregular face I saw, with sunk, dark eyes under a large, square forehead, complexion destitute of bloom or attraction; something young, but not youthful, no object to win a lady's love, no butt for the shafts of Cupid.
Chase Brooks
When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can't. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it's just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn't do a damn thing to fix anything.
Chelsea Vanderbeek
I always thought of the stars like a handful of gems that God randomly tossed across the sky, saying, 'Here, go wherever you please.
Chérie De Sues
WEST SALEM ~ October 2011A sudden vision, fraught with malevolence and darkness, obscured her sight. The face of a menacing figure turned from the shadows of his grisly handiwork and stared at Sorcha.Her muscles tensed. By the Goddess, could he see her?Please! No!She wanted to scream, to run, but the vision ensnared her into the horrific moment like a fly in a spider's web.
Chris Pepple
Stop looking for that person you were in the past. She has changed. Look for the person she has grown into. She is wiser and stronger than than ever before. Don't go back to who you were. Cherish who you are. --Without a Voice by Chris Pepple
Christopher Stocking
I thought about writing the character as male, but then I would be forced to portray him as a woman in a man's body.
Colleen Houck
As a man, I instantly became aware of the gold in her hair, her height measured against mine, and how easily she'd fit in my arms. ~Ren
Cordwainer Smith
We shall take a star out of the skies and shall set thousands of worlds on fire...
Craig D. Lounsbrough
Possibly the most debilitating deception of all is to create a god of my own making, fool myself into believing that this limp god of mine is the true God, and then construct the entirety of my life on this flamboyantly fictional character. Possibly the most devastating realization of all is when the real God shows up, and in the showing up all of this come crashing down.
Craig D. Lounsbrough
Too often fear is fiction madly running amuck, all the while madly tracking 'muck' across the floor of fact.
Craig D. Lounsbrough
Most of our fears are borrowed. Since that's the case, we should get busy returning them.
Criss Jami
A steampunk nationBaby pollution rises up then the loving comes arraigning 'causeOur art's official and only partially artificialAnd our heart's in the middle of sharp hardened shards of metal butThere's not where it settlesBecause it's beating to the steaming of God's hottest pot or kettleAnd now we face it, this creation we made toTo save our craving for a synthetic rebelnation it'sOur safeway they make into a pathetic revelationIn our steampunk nationOur steampunk nation
Criss Jami
Like all great things which then become fashions, science, as now the universal stamp of approval, probably receives more abuse than any other field of study. Glaze the word itself over whatever vague ideology one may presume ratified, no matter the degree of pseudo-science or lack of scholarly credibility packaged within, and the many will consume it like gravy on a feast. My thought for the time is that as the promise of true science increases, so shall rise its many more superficial counterparts as provided by the agenda-bound trendies and hyper-ambitious laypersons to boot.
Daniel Amory
I don't think I've ever referred to any girl I dated as my girlfriend. I think that would freak me out. Even the girl that I dated for two years in college I don't think I ever referred to her as my girlfriend.How would you introduce her? I asked.I'm just going to say her name, he said.
Daniel Amory
Look, girls know when they're cute, he said. You don't have to tell them. All they need to do is look in the mirror. I have one friend out in New York, an attorney. She moved out there after the school year to take the bar. She doesn't have a job. I was like, 'How are you going to get a job there in this market?' And she's like, 'I'll wink and I'll smile.' She's a pretty girl. Whether that works despite her poor grades is yet to be seen.
Daniel Amory
I remember when I was twenty-five, he said. No client comes to you when you're twenty-five. It's like when you are looking for a doctor. You don't want the new one that just graduated. You don't want the very old one, the one shaking, the one twenty years past his prime. You want the seasoned one who has done it so many times he can do it in his sleep though. Same thing with attorneys.
Daniel D. Maurer
Fiction was a way for me to escape into another world. I would lose myself and all my shame, insecurity, and fear in those books. I would let time slip away in the pages of other worlds. Reading was a life long gift I grew to cherish.
Daphne du Maurier
If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.
David Foster Wallace
Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it'd find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it.[Q&A with Larry McCaffery, Review of Contemporary Fiction, Summer 1993, Vol. 13.2]
David Housholder
And once you've been to this Center, this Truth, you'll know your way everywhere. You are never lost again.
David Sloma
Life seemed ideal to him right then, and he was happy for the first time in a long time, and it felt like the sun was shining from his heart. - from the novel Brainjob by David Sloma.
Dean Koontz
The truth was stranger than the official fiction.
Deanna Lynn Sletten
Darla shook her head, a small smirk on her lips. You're such a mom, she told Katherine.Katherine stared at her, puzzled. You're a mom, too, she said softly.No, I gave birth. That doesn't make me a mom. Not like you.A look passed between the two women like none they had ever shared before. For a split second, Katherine felt a slight connection. Well, you rest. I'll check on you later. She turned and left the room, a funny, unexplainable feeling inside her.
Derek Landy
Gordon Edgley's sudden death came as a shock to everyone - not least himself. One moment he was in his study, seven words into the twenty-fifth sentence of the final chapter of his new book, And the Darkness Rained upon Them, and the next he was dead. A tragic loss, his mind echoed numbly as he slipped away.
Destinee Hardwick
I didn't want to be the woman who gave herself over willingly to the first man to notice her. I didn't want to be the stupid girl in every novel who loved without question and entered relationships that didn't make sense.
Diana Wynne Jones
I feel ill, [Howl] announced. I'm going to bed, where I may die.
Diane Moore
dianemoorewriter.comFebruary 11, 2015 · From Love Thy Neighbor On journalism and news purists as well as why I pursued print instead of TV journalism/news at the No. 1 journalism school in the country: news reporters are willing to take risks so that people can base their lives on a foundation of truth not lies. That's why I do it -- to be the one responsible voice in the crowd. Page 105' Love Thy Neighbor
Diane Setterfield
A good story is always more dazzling than a broken piece of truth.
Dick Peterson
Hey, I write fiction. I just make this stuff up, unless I get my hands on some good juicy truth. You know the kind I'm talking about ... that stranger-than variety.
Doris Lessing
There is no doubt fiction makes a better job of the truth.
Douglas Adams
Lovers of print are simply confusing the plate for the food.
Douglas Adams
To Trin Tragula's horror, the shock completely annihilated her brain; but to his satisfaction he realized that he had proved conclusively that if life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.
Douglas Adams
The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the Q letter into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable.
E.M. Benton
The pain is real. Flowing as a brook beneath my flesh. I am broken, and yet, I still breathe.
E.M. Forster
The novel is a formidable mass, and it is so amorphous - no mountain in it to climb, no Parnassus or Helicon, not even a Pisgah. It is most distinctly one of the moister areas of literature - irrigated by a hundred rills and occasionally degenerating into a swamp. I do not wonder that the poets despise it, though they sometimes find themselves in it by accident. And I am not surprised at the annoyance of the historians when by accident it finds itself among them.
E.M. Forster
How do I know what I think until I see what I say?
E.M. Forster
The Waves is an extraordinary achievement ... It is trembling on the edge. A little less - and it would lose its poetry. A little more - and it would be over into the abyss, and be dull and arty. It is her greatest book.
Eileen Favorite
In fiction, beauty was run-of-the-mill.
Elizabeth Wilson
Kiana loved birds, Breena told him late one dusky evening. When she was just a few summers old, she would run beneath them as they flew, her chubby arms stretched out as if tmo take flight alongside them. She sniffed and wrapped her arms around her stomach. A few weeks before the attack, she told me that she was still going to fly one day. 'I look at the birds, and I see freedom,' she said. 'To soar above the hurt of the world, to be too high for the wars of men to touch you: that is what it means to fly.
Elizabeth Hardwick
They had created themselves together, and they always saw themselves, their youth, their love, their lost youth and lost love, their failures and memories, as a sort of living fiction.
Ellen Schreiber
Raven?'Yes?'What do you believe in?'I believe in - finding out!
Erica Sehyun Song
Oscar always said that books are truly our best friends. He said that they never think poorly of us and that they always have a shoulder for us to cry on or relieve stress. They take our minds away from the real world by telling us captivating stories. When we look back at our choice of books, we can nostalgically recall our younger years.
Erin Forbes
Normality is much less captivating than the extraordinary.
Erin Forbes
Nightmares have a dreadful effect of captivating our minds during the waking hours. Nevertheless, they are merely fiction.
Erin Forbes
There are times when the unseen can be even more dangerous than what our eyes behold.
F.K. Preston
Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?
F.K. Preston
There are no humans left. I should not be alone. I can't help but wonder that. There were so many of us living. But time started growing young four years ago. It isn't four years anymore. It's a number I wouldn't even be able to say. It feels like four years. It's trapped in my tender memory as four years. It's been an age. Multiple ages. It's been lifetimes; every single lifetime that used to exist. I remember my mother screaming. I recall the doctors naming me as nurses wiped away her blood and covered her face with white. The end of the play. It's been so long. Why am I alone?
F.K. Preston
My creativity keeps me from starving. Humanity keeps my life mundane. Loving secures my love for life, but my imagination keeps me sane.
F.K. Preston
Did I love her? No. I obsessed over her completely. And thank heavens I was obsessed. Obsession, infatuation, is something short-lived. A sweet fever dream that leaves you exhausted from the high. Love is perpetual. Love is an entire world compared to that other form of mania people mistake love for. If love is loving the reality of a person, obsession is idealising the fantasy of another. Did I love her? No. Never. But I was utterly obsessed.
F.K. Preston
If my life was pulled into the pages of a book, there would be coffee stains and wrinkles along the lines of that narrative. Because all I can wish is that the book of my life would be well read and well loved. Living within words and the sound of writing.
F.K. Preston
But I can't control my dreams. I can't even remember them. For all I know I'm having the time of my life when I sleep, but I just can't remember. So I'm forced to live in a life I have no control over. A life where I'm either numb to everything or terrified of every thought that crosses my mind. If this is all just a dream, then it sure is a disappointing one.But I still have time to try and control my dreams. I have time to try and make my dreams a reality in this waking life as well. The one bloody thing I have is time. I've got to remember that. I still have time. And despite everything, there is something reassuring about that.
F.K. Preston
The strangest thing about demons is that they come to love you. As much as they try to murder the very core of you when you first meet, they become your closest companions. I never asked for this devil on my shoulder. But my eyes are burning and I'm not alone. If you see a red gaze at midheaven, look away. It's exactly as they say: hell is a hungry place.
F.K. Preston
The greatest happiness is a quiet kind. It's the tender understanding that we're living in a very strange place full of strange creatures. And there's quite a bit of wonder in that.
F.K. Preston
I wish I could run into the world's arms. Linger within the spaces between nothing. I wish I could filter out of existence. To live quietly without dying. I wish I could be cherished by life itself. To speak and sing volumes without lying to myself.
F.K. Preston
All that is required of you is an open mind and a little patience.
F.K. Preston
The truth is there isn't anything to me at all. All I know is that I can't sleep well, I can't dream well and I'm quite in love with you. That's all there is to me. My greatest feature is my admiration for you. I know it's not healthy. Like my insomnia. Like my dreamless nights. You make living alright. My nightmares come when I think of a night without Valeria. That's when I realise you're dead. That's when I remember you've been gone for years. That's when I remember I'm awake. And I wait for this dream called Life to leave me to my peace once and for all and forever.
F.K. Preston
All around us is a nothing that stretches on for infinity. We humans can barely comprehend that. If we comprehend it we are rarely pleased.
F.K. Preston
There is nothing to me but you. I know it's pathetic but, oh darling, it's true.
F.K. Preston
I wanted to give you something that would last forever. Something that would surpass the world, that would still be alive and bright even after you passed away. Something beautiful. For your eyes and smile only. But I never found it. All I could give you is words. Words which were as fleeting as the heartbeats that shook my soul whenever you looked my way.
F.K. Preston
A death in reverse is the rewinding of life. I do not die of old age, in a bed surrounded by strangers my loved ones paid to take care of me. I die in reverse. I die falling backinto a younger age. From my forty-five years to twenty-five. To sixteen. When we were in love. To fourteen: when we first met. To five. To one. To the hospital my mother died at from the complications of my existence. A life for a life.
F.K. Preston
I keep dying and hoping you notice me. But you're too busy living.
F.K. Preston
Violence can read like poetry. You just have to describe the act as if you're in love with the way your characters bleed.
Francis Ray
Sabrina Thomas clutched the leather-bound notebook to her chest and tried not to be impatient as the elevator in the south tower of Texas Hospital near downtown Dallas stopped once again on its climb to the eighteenth and top floor. But it was difficult.Dr. Cade Mathis, the bane of her existence, would reach Mrs. Ward's room first and then there'd be hell to pay. Sabrina jabbed the button to close the doors as soon as the last person stepped onto the already crowded elevator.
Francis Ray
There wasn't a shed of doubt in her mind that he'd fulfill her every sexual fantasy and them some.But was a brief, hot affair worth losing his friendship?
Frederic Raphael
Truth may be stranger than fiction, but fiction is truer.
Frederick Busch
... Within the mind, especially the mind under great stress... boundaries of space and time are meaningless, and the... interior self lives by other rules and in other dimensions.
Fredrik Backman
Soccer forces life to move on. There's always a new match. A new season. There's always a dream that everything can get better. It's a game of wonders.
G.K. Chesterton
Truth must necessarily be stranger than fiction; for fiction is the creation of the human mind and therefore congenial to it.
Gabriel García Márquez
Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale..
George Gordon Byron
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
George Gordon Byron
Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange;Stranger than fiction: if it could be told,How much would novels gain by the exchange!How differently the world would men behold!
George Sand
La vie ressemble plus souvent à un roman qu'un roman ne ressemble à la vie.(Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life.)
George Santayana
Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable; what it is or what it means can never be said.
Germaine Greer
You're only young once, but you can be immature forever
Gerry Stewart
It doesn't matter how physically fit or tough you are, if you fail to use natures computer between your ears.
Grace Willows
She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain drops touched her face and ran down her cheeks. Her denim skirt and work boots felt heavy as the rain in her dreams splashed cold water against them
Graham Greene
But you do believe, don't you, Rose implored him, you think it's true? Of course it's true, the Boy said. What else could there be? he went scornfully on. Why, he said, it's the only thing that fits. These atheists, they don't know nothing. Of course there's Hell. Flames and damnation, he said with his eyes on the dark shifting water and the lightning and the lamps going out above the black struts of the Palace Pier, torments. And Heaven too, Rose said with anxiety, while the rain fell interminably on. Oh, maybe, the Boy said, maybe.
Graham Swift
There has always been, for me, this other world, this second world to fall back on--a more reliable world in so far as it does not hide that its premise is illusion.
Gregory David Roberts
I love you, Karla, I said when we were alone again. I loved you the first second I saw you. I think I've loved you for as long as there's been love in the world. I love your voice. I love your face. I love your hands. I love everything you do, and I love the way you do everything. It feels like magic when you touch me. I love the way your mind works, and the things you say. And even though it's all true, all that, I don't really understand it, and I can't explain it
Günter Grass
For marriage has nothing in common with love. marriage makes for security; love makes only for suffering. On the other hand, love could be so distilled, spun so fine as to implicate third and fourth persons, as to take up three or four exciting acts in a play.
Halldór Laxness
Remember, any lie you are told, even deliberately, is often a more significant fact than a truth told in all sincerity.
Hannah Blatchford
What came to me later in those dark, dreaming hours put paid to that though and as always my mind led me treacherously back to the bleak and inescapable truth. There was no cure for what one had seen or done.
Harry Truman
Show me a man that gets rich by being a politician, and I'll show you a crook.
Haruki Murakami
It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
Heenashree Khandelwal
Before I met you, my life ran on sheer amusement. After I met you, my life ran on sheer compassion.
Henry James
She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth.
Henry James
Art lives upon discussion, upon experiment, upon curiosity, upon variety of attempt, upon the exchange of views and the comparison of standpoints.
Henry Mosquera
Some things are just like riding a bicycle; you jump on, pedal, and hope you don't fall.
Henry Mosquera
People have incredible nerve to do terrible things, but never actually admit to them.
Henry Mosquera
Any self-defense class worth its salt will tell you thatyou don't pull out a weapon unless you intend to use it.The same should apply to ballsy remarks.
Herman Melville
Cannibals? Who is not a cannibal? I tell you it will be more tolerable for the Fejee that salted down a lean missionary in his cellar against a coming famine; it will be more tolerable for that provident Fejee, I say, in the day of judgement, than for thee, civilized and enlightened gourmand, who nailest geese to the ground and feastest on their bloated livers in thy pate de fois gras.
Hilary Mantel
Some of these things are true and some of them lies. But they are all good stories.
Hiromu Arakawa
Riza: Without his Alchemy he's just...Jean: A little brat who swears a lotMaes: An arrogant pipsqueakRoy: Useless. Just uselessAlphonse: Sorry big brother, I don't know how to add to that...Ed *starts to cry*: YOU'RE ALL PICKING ON ME!!!
Holly Lisle
Fiction---good fiction, anyway---is dream made flesh, given purpose and drive, and set on a quest to show us the best in us and to give us the power and the tools to dream beyond reality's 'merely good enough' to a vision of what is truly great......and then to give us the stories of men and women of character who in turn inspire those of us who dare to reach for the truly great within ourselves.THAT is why you write fiction.
Iain M. Banks
The trouble with writing fiction is that it has to make sense, whereas real life doesn't.
Iris Murdoch
Even if readers claim that they 'take it all with a grain of salt', they do not really. They yearn to believe, and they believe, because believing is easier than disbelieving, and because anything which is written down is likely to be 'true in a way'.
Isabelle Rowan
All I'm saying is that there is more to life than the main story. Check out the notes in the margins because maybe they're even more important.
Ivan Stoikov
No matter how strong you are, you cannot hold open the jaws of a great-white shark with your bare hands... that can do your brain.
J.A. Belfield
My name's Sean, Jem. I'm Sean.
J.D. Robb
No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.
J.R. Ward
Tell you what, you let me go, and I'll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I'm slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.
J.R. Ward
V shook his head. Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How'd you like that anywhere near a female you loved?Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage's body.We're going to need a shitload of steel, the human muttered.
J.R. Ward
After a moment, Wrath turned to John. This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-Okay, that was so not my fault--which wiped out two-thirds of the human population.I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans.They smell bad when they're dead.All you mortal types do.
J.R.R. Tolkien
I have claimed that Escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of scorn or pity with which 'Escape' is now so often used. Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls?
James Anderson
History has a way of chasing gravity just like water, feeding into other parts of itself to become something else, something larger and grander, until the one pure thing it was no longer exists.
James Baldwin
You can not describe anything without betraying your point of view, your aspirations, your fears, your hopes. Everything.
Jane Austen
I have not yet tranquillised myself enough to see Frederica.
Jane Yolen
In fiction, the characters have their own lives. They may start as a gloss on the author's life, but they move on from there. In poetry, especially confessional poetry but in other poetry as well, the poet is not writing characters so much as emotional truth wrapped in metaphor. Bam! Pow! A shot to the gut.
Janet Goodfriend
Because you live to love and love to live/ And because of what your heardrum will give/ Now we might love to live and live to love.
Jasmine Sparks, Dolly
Life is never just in your own hands ...
Jasmine Sparks, Dolly
Simple survival is never as ordinary as it seems!
Jean Giono
I should like to write about what happens when fictive people encounter and are embellished by real people.
Jean-Marie G. Le Clézio
[M]ay not literature (and, in particular, fiction) be considered a desperate and permanently thwarted effort to produce a unique form of expression? Something like a cry, perhaps, a cry that, somehow, inexplicably contains all the millions of words that have ever existed, anywhere, in any age. In contrast with the spoken word and its classifying function, the purpose of writing seems, rather, to be a quest for the egg, the seed, nothing more.
Jeanette Winterson
There is a further trouble; no matter how meticulous the scientist, he or she cannot be separated from the experiment itself. Impossible to detach the observer from the observed. A great deal of scientific truth has later turned out to be its observer's fiction. It is irrational to assume that this is no longer the case.
Jeanette Winterson
Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination.
Jeanette Winterson
It could be that this record set before you now is a fiction.
Jeanette Winterson
[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.
Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm?
Jika kita menyukai sesuatu, bagaimanapun keadaannya, kita hanya akan tetap menyukainya. Rasa suka itu tidak akan terpengaruh oleh faktor lain. Suka, ya, suka, dan akan begitu walau dilihat dari sudut pandang mana saja.
Entah mengapa, mendadak dia merasa bahwa berkenalan dengan si pemilik nama itu sepertinya akan menyenangkan.
Aku mencintainya tanpa diketahui.Aku mencintainya dalam diam.Aku mencintainya dalam satu sudut pandang.Aku mencintainya di satu sisi.Ya, aku percaya.Jika takdirku adalah dirimu,kau akan memilihku. Nanti.
Kadang aku merasa jatuh cinta kepadanya seperti bernapas
Bagaimana bisa kau tidak menyukai hujan?Padahal hujan selalu mendekatkan kita.Oh, aku lupa. Kau mungkin tidak menganggapku sepenting itu.Aku bukan pemeran utama dalam lakon hidupmu.Aku hanya figuran yang hanya sesekali dibutuhkan.
Jennifer Donnelly
I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.
Jennifer Donnelly
I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.
Jennifer Elisabeth
I never want you to deny anything about yourself because you have grown up thinking it's unacceptable or inconvenient for the people around you.
Jennifer Elisabeth
Being a Dream Girl is never going to be about what you look like or how much you weigh. After all, our physical appearances are just reflections of our inner worlds. What makes you a Dream Girl is your emotional sensitivity, your self-awareness, and your ability to communicate who you are effectively and compassionately in the world.
Jennifer Elisabeth
Can you identify the source preventing you from feeling good every single day, from loving yourself unconditionally and making your dreams come true? Is it a voice in your head or a gut wrenching ache that compromises your inner peace and doesn't allow you to accept the love around you? Is there one thing, or maybe many things, keeping you from forgiving your past and moving forward, tormenting you with lies like You don't deserve real love so just settle for whatever you can get, You're not smart enough to achieve your dream so don't even try, or Look at your past… you should hate yourself way more than you actually do!?Welcome to your Little Monster.
Jennifer Elisabeth
Even if we try to conform to ideals and strive for perfection, we will always be pulled back to our core identity because it's the path of least resistance for our souls
Jennifer Elisabeth
This is your life
Jennifer Elisabeth
Starting over can be the scariest thing in the entire world, whether it's leaving a lover, a school, a team, a friend or anything else that feels like a core part of our identity but when your gut is telling you that something here isn't right or feels unsafe, I really want you to listen and trust in that voice.
Jeremy Bentham
In the mind of all, fiction, in the logical sense, has been the coin of necessity;
Jess C. Scott
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.
Jessamyn West
Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.
Jessica Dotta
Was it possible to be homesick for a soul?
Jodi LaPalm
I'm not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again...
Jodi LaPalm
He pulled me toward him, and all I could do was stand there with arms at my sides and head against his chest. Broken, I feared even the slightest movement would cause pieces of me to snap off and fall to the gritty pavement.
Jodi LaPalm
I have you with me, and I'm terrified you'll disappear.