Some of my favourite lines I read this year (part 1)

Some of my favourite lines I read this year (part 1)

I’ve been trying to mark beautiful lines when I read them. It’s something I tend to forget and then regret not doing when I’m writing the review or when I see it sitting on my shelf.
Today, I want to share some of my favourite lines from books I read this year.

How to stop time: kiss.
How to travel in time: read.
How to escape time: music.
How to feel time: write.
How to release time: breathe.
How To Stop Time – Matt Haig

 
When you’re a child, no one tells you that you are going to die. You have to work it out for yourself.
I am, I am, I am – Maggie O’Farrell
 
Horror can be contained within a book, given form and meaning. But in life horror has no more form than it does meaning. Horror just is. And while it reigns, it is as if there is nothing in the universe that it is not.
and
There are words and words and none mean anything. And then one sentence means everything.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North – Richard Flanagan
 
None of it was real; nothing was real.
Everything was real; inconceivably real, infinitely dear.
These and all things started as nothing, latent within a vast energy-broth, but then we named them, and loved them, and in this way, brought them forth.
And now we must lose them.
I send this out to you, dear friends, before I go, in this instantaneous thought-burst, from a place where time slows and then stops and we may live forever in a single instant.
Goodbye goodbye good-
Lincoln in the Bardo – George Saunders
 
I have heard it said
that evil is simply a point of view.
The villain is always the hero in his own story.
And the definitions of “wrong” and “right”
ever shift on the inconstant tides
of human morality.
But can such measures even be said to apply to me?
I am clarity.
I am necessity.
I am inevitability.
But am I evil?
Obsidio – Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff
 
But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.
Circe – Madeline Miller
 
There will be a part 2 later because there are simply too many quotes I want to share. Feel free to share your favourites in the comments!

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