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No Promises.

“We cannot build the future by avenging the past.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

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It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

—Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via penamerican)

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She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.

—T.H. White, The Once and Future King

You want women but you are never interested in the people you want, so you learn nothing. You’ve had love affairs but somehow you’ve stayed innocent, no not innocent, you are fundamentally vicious, but somehow immature.


—Iris Murdoch, The Sea, the Sea

A woman had to choose her own particular unhappiness carefully. That was the only happiness in life: to choose the best unhappiness. An unwise move, good God, and you could squander everything.

—Lorrie Moore, Bark

Don’t ever let anyone tell you that the imaginary is the equivalent to the real: your skin, your vast, breathing skin will insist otherwise.


—Claire Messud, The Woman Upstairs

By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.

—Ernest Hemingway - A Movable Feast (via umidontevenknow)

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And so the Trojans buried Hector breaker of horses.

Homer, The Iliad (translated by the incomparable Robert Fagles)


Friday Final Lines | Every Friday, we offer the closing lines of a Penguin Classic to finish up the workweek. 

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Don’t ever let anyone tell you that the imaginary is the equivalent to the real: your skin, your vast, breathing skin will insist otherwise.


—Claire Messud, The Woman Upstairs

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