"Next to the mirror I had pasted a quotation from Pascal, which I read every time I left my apartment: 'All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.'"

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Fresh, Green Life by Sebastian Castillo

 

"They are all the same. All love stories are the same. You meet, and that's it. Heartbreak can take years, splinting, cracking, flickering. The kinds of questions that form and turn back in on you before splitting out in all directions to explain why and how. Love doesn't have an explanation."

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Pick a Colour by Souvankham Thammavongsa

 

"If I made enough of an effort I could turn into quite a different woman. After I had gone to bed I lay for a long time staring into the darkness, and I felt the growth of a new cold-blooded resolution inside me."

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The Dry Heart by Natalia Ginzburg

 

"Love is women's work. Or the work of love belongs to women...that we will bring a swirling emotional energy that sands down edges, that smooths and warms and nourishes. That we will be kind. That we will sow love."

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Good Morning, Destroyer of Men's Souls by Nina Renata Aron


 "...unsealed and removed the ancient and priceless stained-glass windows in the cathedrals of Notre-Dame, Saint-Chapelle and Chartres, piece by piece. Each piece was numbered and placed into wooden crates, then tucked away to storage locations, which included the vaults of the Bank of France and the basement of Saint-Chapelle."

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The Art Spy by Michelle Young

"But why was monogamy the ultimate trust fall? The standard was prissy, puritanical. Simone, an intellectual, knew that sex was not love. Sex could be checkers. Sex was often golf."

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Seduction Theory by Emily Adrian

 

"There's a sameness to the days which accelerates their passing, and a sameness in the pattern of memories that makes them unbearable even as they must be visited again and again."

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What We Can Know by Ian McEwan

 

"The smoke caressed his long-chastened palate, the familiar fragrance tickling his nose, overpowering his brain, soothing his ancient, torpid blood and stirring long-forgotten sensations within him. What did he care for the chatter that surrounded him? For constitutional law, for Viennese intrigues, for Dreyfus or Labori? He leaned back into his chair and began digesting."

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Skylark by Dezső Kosztolányi

 

"In other words, the tragedy of heterosexuality is about men's control of women, but it also about straight women's and men's shared romantic and erotic attachment to an unequal gender binary, or to the heteroerotic fantasy of binary, biologically determined, and naturally hierarchical gender oppositeness."

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The Tragedy of Heterosexuality by Jane Ward

 

"We love, we hurt, we fall apart, we change, we let go, we go on. We become unrecognizable. We stay more or less the same—small and scared. It goes forever."


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The Lover by Rebecca Sacks

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