Top Ten Tuesday

10 Unforgettable Quotes: A Top Ten List

Happy Tuesday! It’s spring, but I could use some uplifting quotes since it’s been SO. RAINY. lately. Give me heat or give me death. Not really. But I’ll take 100 degrees over cold and rain every time. This week at The Broke and the Bookish, we’re talking about our favorite, most inspiring quotes. I mostly want to hand you a giant stack of books and assure you you’ll find them, but instead, I picked one (just one!) from each of these 10:

“That’s the secret. If you always make sure you’re exactly the person you hoped to be, if you always make sure you know only the very best people, then you won’t care if you die tomorrow.” Tell the Wolves I’m Home, by Carol Rifka Brunt

“I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.” The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt finch

“It is easy to see things in retrospect. But I was ignorant then of everything but my own happiness, and I don’t know what else to say except that life itself seemed very magical in those days: a web of symbol, coincidence, premonition, omen. Everything, somehow, fit together; some sly and benevolent Providence was revealing itself by degrees and I felt myself trembling on the brink of a fabulous discovery, as though any morning it was all going to come together–my future, my past, the whole of my life–and I was going to sit up in bed like a thunderbolt and say oh! oh! oh!” The Secret History, by Donna Tartt

“I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.” Slouching Towards Bethlehem, by Joan Didion

tale“Both life and death manifest in every moment of existence. Our human body appears and disappears moment by moment, without cease, and this ceaseless arising and passing away is what we experience as time and being. They are not separate. They are one thing, and in even a fraction of a second, we have the opportunity to choose, and to turn the course of our action either toward the attainment of truth or away from it. Each instant is utterly critical to the whole world.” A Tale For the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki

I realized that even if no one ever found me, and even if I lived out the rest of my life here, always missing, forever a missing person to other people, I could never be missing to myself, I could never delete my own history, and I would always know exactly where I was and where I had been and I would never wake up not being whom I was and it didn’t matter how much or how little I thought I understood the mess of myself, because I would never, no matter what I did, be missing to myself and that was what I had wanted all this time, to go fully missing, but I would never be able to go fully missing — nobody is missing like that, no one has ever had that luxury and no one ever will.” Nobody Is Ever Missing, by Catherine Lacey

“Memories are microscopic. Tiny particles that swarm together and apart. Little people, Edison called them. Entities.” Dept. of Speculation, by Jenny Offilldept

“It’s not always enough to be brave, I realized years later. You have to be brave and contribute something positive, too. Brave on its own is just a party trick.” One More Thing, by B.J. Novak

“…the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again. That is their mystery and their magic.” The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy

color“As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.” Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami

What are some of the best quotes you’ve ever read?

Rewind: 10 Favorites, 3 Years

First, you should know that I am the worst at picking favorites when it comes to books. It’s impossible. Luckily for me, The Broke and the Bookish has narrowed it down this week to top ten favorite books…from the last three years. Even this was pretty hard, and this blog has only been in action for TWO. Either way, I tried my best:PicMonkey CollageFinal

10. A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway. I think timing has a lot to do with how I feel about a book after I read it, and I read this right before I went to Paris myself. I couldn’t help but picture myself in all of the places Hemingway was, and it was definitely still in my head while I was actually there. Plus, it’s the ultimate look into 1920’s Paris.

A taste: “We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.”

9. 11/22/63 by Stephen King. This is the book that introduced me to Stephen King. It led me to On Writing, which should probably also be on this list, and also be re-read, now that I can appreciate it even more. 11/22/63 wasn’t scary but it was magical, historical fiction at its absolute best.

A taste: “Life turns on a dime. Sometimes towards us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it?”

8. The Opposite of Loneliness by Marina Keegan. Marina Keegan was my age when she wrote this and I will never get over it. I can’t help but think of the very first episode of Girls when Hannah says that she is the voice of a generation. Keegan gave words to things I didn’t know other people thought. She could have really been the voice of the millennial generation, and I’ll probably never stop recommending this collection.

A taste: “And I cry because everything is so beautiful and so short.”  

7. The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman. I never expected to love this tiny little book as much as I did, but it really stuck in my head, and when I think of favorites, this one always comes to mind. A fairy tale for grown ups as much as kids, it’s fun and scary and makes you remember everything great and terrifying about being a kid.

A taste: “Grown-ups don’t look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they’re big and thoughtless and they always know what they’re doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren’t any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.”

6. Wild by Cheryl Strayed. This is definitely the book I’ve read most recently, but one I know I’ll go back to a million times. Everyone loved Wild when it first came out, but I just never got into it. It’s almost as if I was waiting for the perfect time, and it found me.

A taste: “I was a terrible believer in things,but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn’t know where to put my faith,or if there was such a place,or even what the word faith meant, in all of it’s complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.

5. A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki. This is one of the most mind bending, fantastic books I’ve ever read. I never wanted to finish it, and when I finally did, I wanted more. MOAR. I still do.

A taste: “Do not think that time simply flies away. Do not understand “flying” as the only function of time. If time simply flew away, a separation would exist between you and time. So if you understand time as only passing, then you do not understand the time being. To grasp this truly, every being that exists in the entire world is linked together as moments in time, and at the same time they exist as individual moments of time. Because all moments are the time being, they are your time being.”

4. Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel. Probably one of the most talked about books last year, Station Eleven was one of the very last books that I read in 2014, but one of the ones that stuck in my head the longest. I did an entire post of quotes from this one, and it still didn’t feel like I captured everything I loved.

A taste: “No more Internet. No more social media, no more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in the room. No more avatars.”

3. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer. When I finished this one I wanted to hand a copy to everyone I knew, I’m not kidding. I wanted to be in the Potato Peel Pie Society, and befriend every single character.

A taste: “Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true.”

2. Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt. I’ve talked about this book more times on this blog than any other book probably ever. It’s probably easier to name the Top Ten lists it’s not on, than count all of the lists I managed to sneak it onto. It’s sad but it’s beautiful and it will make you think and feel things, and it’s just the best, okay.

A taste: “I felt like I had proof that not all days are the same length, not all time has the same weight. Proof that there are worlds and worlds and worlds on top of worlds, if you want them to be there.”

1. The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. I think this is my favorite book possibly ever. I know. The quote below was written on the chalkboard wall in my room for months. 

A taste: “I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.”

So that’s that. I love The Goldfinch forever and ever.

Tell me: What are your favorite books? (From the past three years, or forever!)