I wrote a blog post talking about how I write down lines from books I’m reading. Here are some lines that I loved from the books that I read in December:
Time devours all. — The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
All life is an experiment. — The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
In the face of the inevitable, the only choice is to adapt. — The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
What’s the point of jumping onto a reef just a few steps from shore? — The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
There are many ways to say I love you in this cold, dark, silent universe, as many as the twinkling stars. — The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
He said nothing, either in her mind or aloud, which was his way of saying all that he needed to say. — The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
“The fading sunlight holds infinite beauty
Though it is so close to the day’s end.”
— The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
We are defined by the places we hold in the web of others’ lives. — The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
Every night, when you stand outside and gaze upon the stars, you are bathing in time as well as light. — The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
Our lives are ruled by these small, seemingly ordinary moments that turn out to have improbably large effects. — The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
It’s one of the central paradoxes of archaeology that in order to excavate a site so as to study it, we must consume and destroy it in the process. — The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories
Somehow, though, and I’m sure you’ve met people like this, he was able to appear as merely part of the background, even if he was standing at the front of a line. — The Book Thief
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship. — The Book Thief
She closed her eyes and her ears held the notes. — The Book Thief
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness. — The Book Thief
There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes. — The Book Thief
It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them. — The Book Thief
You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation. — The Book Thief
“His hair,” she told him, “is like feathers.” — The Book Thief
How do you give someone a piece of sky? — The Book Thief
“I am stupid,” Hans Hubermann told his foster daughter. “And kind. Which makes the biggest idiot in the world.” — The Book Thief
She heard his stomach growl — and he was giving people bread. — The Book Thief
“I love you.” He says this quietly, the way he has always done, as if it were the sound of breathing and heartbeat. — The Algorithms for Love
I started crying again. This understanding, this pain. Was this what love was about? — The Algorithms for Love
Karan Parikh 