I gotta admit that This Classic is Eternal. That's for sure.
Here are some beautiful lines from it:
¶ Thus with a kiss I die ¶.
¶ Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. ¶
¶ Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night... ¶
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I'm gonna share some quotes from this book.
So here they are:
¶ ...All is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night… ¶
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pick#OneWordReview: Forelsket
Forelsket (Norwegian): The indescribable euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.
I have read sylvia's journals long ago. But, it always feels like i haven't read them at all. Every time i go thru them, i get THAT feeling. Hell, i love this girl. Truly. I know i can't have her. I can't meet her. She's dead and gone and just a name that survived til date. But, even then, this feeling that i've feels wonderful.
I sometimes think that people‘s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what‘s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
If you remember me, then I don‘t care if everyone else forgets.
THE MOTHS DON‘T DIE FOR NOTHING
I‘m sure people just kiss each other. I‘m sure that sometimes you‘re talking and somehow two people move closer and closer to each other and then, they just kiss. I‘m sure it happens all the time. But I‘m also sure that a kiss is never just a kiss.
"THE LANTERN IN THE LIFEBOAT"
I am nervous. I‘m afraid. But I will stand
here in the white hot heat of you.
I will play Russian roulette with your playlists.
I will tell jokes I‘m not sure you‘ll find funny.
I will hold on until there is no more reason to. And in the end, I will break the stars and resurrect the sun.
pick#OneWordReview: Murakamish!
I thought for a long time, in what way one is to describe any murakami novel in perfect words and then i came up with this. I have my own reasons to use or make up this word. As this was not my first murakami novel, i'm pretty much familiar with what one should expect when it comes to murakami novels. You gotta read his works to know what i'm really talking about. It's not The best of murakami but it's a Good read.
pick#OneWordReview : RAVISHING!
I love the writing style and female characters of this author. I have read almost everything she has written. This book is definitely one of her best works.
All right, so, to give you a slight glimpse into this book, I'm putting down some of my favorite lines and passages in comments' section:
pick#OneWordReview : "MASTERPIECE".
Here are some of my favorite quotes from the book:
"Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are."
“The difficult thing isn't living with other people, it's understanding them.”
"I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see"
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When I understand myself, I understand you, and out of that understanding comes love.
You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.
Is it so big a mystery
what god and man and world are?
No! but nobody knows how to solve it
so the mystery hangs on.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I don‘t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.
It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.
But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed in himself, and never went away. That one touch of her hand.
Imagine being sentient but not alive. Seeing and even knowing, but not alive. Just looking out. Recognizing but not being alive. A person can die and still go on. Sometimes what looks out at you from a person's eyes maybe died back in childhood.
If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.
Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.
That was what death was like:
trapped in a small space with a big weight holding you down for all eternity.
THE SHAPE OF IT
They want me.
I want you.
And you want someone else.
But none of us want to turn around.
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My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite. ¶ 5y
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Juliet:
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Romeo:
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? 5y
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Romeo:
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Juliet:
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Romeo:
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Juliet:
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo:
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
Juliet:
You kiss by the book. ¶
5y
O, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek! ¶ 5y
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death! ¶ 5y
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this. ¶ 5y
and soar with them above a common bound. ¶ 5y
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. ¶ 5y
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. ¶ 5y
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
Oh, that she knew she were! ¶ 5y
Arms, take your last embrace!
And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death! ¶ 5y
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. ¶ 5y
. . . . . . . . . . . .
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips
That I revived and was an emperor ¶ 5y
Farewell. ¶ 5y