Top Ten Tuesday was created by The Broke and the Bookish in June of 2010 and moved to That Artsy Reader Girl in January of 2018. It was born of a love of lists, a love of books, and a desire to bring bookish friends together. For the list of past topics and future schedule, click here.
Favorite Book Quotes
I used to keep a Word document of my favorite book quotes. That was…uhhhmmm…like five computers ago. I do have two drafts saves that are my favorite Outlander quotes and my favorite books quotes, so most of these today are coming from those two compilations.
I’m named after my father. It’s like being named after a ghost. But I’ll live long enough to curse his name into history.
I’m a person, not a portfolio.
Keeping your mouth shut doesn’t exactly qualify as doing something.
You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?
In grade school, boys are not something to analyze. They are, as a collective, a thing to be surprised.
And then there’s the truth beyond, sitting like an old rock under green creek water: non of these things matter. Right now, in this moment, we have love. It will leave, and it will come again, and when it does I’ll give up everything and take it. Just like an addict. Like dry grass in new rain. It’s not something I’m proud of necessarily. Then again, maybe I am. That’s it, I guess. That’s all I know.
Sucking the marrow out of life doesn’t mean choking on the bone.
It was a leap of faith – to throw one’s heart across a gulf, and trust another to catch it.
This is our time. Until that time stops – for one of us, for both – it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?
Je suis prest. (I am ready.)
I can bear pain myself, but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.
For where all the love is, the speaking is unnecessary.
I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.
“I will find you,” he whispered in my ear. “I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you – then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.” His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. “Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.”
“Forgiveness is not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.”
“If it was a sin for you to choose me . . . then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.”
“To see the years touch ye gives me joy”, he whispered, “for it means that ye live.”