“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
I reread the same books that make me feel a million things, over and over again. I carry two around in my purse, just in case I have a second to stop and relive the words.
“When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth.”
These steamy literary passages will have you questioning why you ever scroll through Netflix when you can pick up a book instead…
“Ernest Hemingway writes literature and why Joan Didion writes women’s literature.”
If The Fault in Our Stars is your favorite book, you’re still a kid at heart, and you believe that everything happens for a reason.
Sometimes books really do have all the answers.
“It is a good thing we only bleed on the inside, or this would be a gory, blood-smeared Earth.” – Go Ask Alice
This is a celebration of the badassery that truly imbibes Hufflepuff, a tribute to my fierce loyalty to this House, and, in all honesty, a giant middle finger raised high to everyone who writes us off, as if in a place as amazing as Hogwarts, there could really be an entire fourth of the school that’s just “not that special.”
They waste time, setting the ideal scene and finding the perfect meaning in their exchanges with you, preferring to take the time to examine things closely, to find the unspoken beauty between the lines.