Aujourd'hui, je vous parle de mes dix citations de livres préférées, celles que je trouve les plus poignantes, les plus inspirantes, les plus belles...Bref, celles qui m'ont marquées.
Je les ai laissé dans leur langue originale parce que je trouve qu'on perd toujours un petit quelque chose à la traduction. Je vous ai indiqué les références de chaque citation (et si la référence est en bleu, alors c'est que j'ai écrit une chronique sur le livre en question. N'hésitez pas à cliquer !).
Enjoy et retrouvez les autres tops de la semaine chez That Artsie Reader Girl !
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
When you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.
If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.
“I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
“Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
"After all this time?"
"Always," said Snape.”
“Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation."
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.”
I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
One word more. You look as if you thought it tainted you to be
loved by me. You cannot avoid it. Nay, I, if I would, cannot
cleanse you from it. But I would not, if I could. I have never
loved any woman before: my life has been too busy, my thoughts
too much absorbed with other things. Now I love, and will love.
But do not be afraid of too much expression on my part.