She just smiled, said that she loved books more than anything, and started telling him excitedly what each of the ones in her lap was about. And Ove realised that he wanted to hear her talking about the things she loved for the rest of his life.
Ove had never been asked how he lived before he met her. But if anyone had asked him, he would have answered that he didn’t.
-Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove
Pet names are a persistent remnant of childhood; a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated. They are a reminder; too, that one is a not thing to all people. These are the names by which they are known in their respective families, the names by which they are adored and scolded and missed and loved.
Good names appear on envelopes, on diplomas, in telephone directories, and in all other public places. Good names tend to represent dignified and enlightened qualities. Pet names have no such aspirations. Pet names are never recorded officially, only uttered, and remembered. Unlike good names, pet names are frequently meaningless, deliberately silly, ironic, and even onomatopoetic.
― Jhumpa Lahiri,
पादं शिष्यः स्वमेधया ।
पादं कालक्रमेण च ॥
From the teacher is learned a quarter,
a quarter from the student’s own intelligence,
a quarter from fellow students,
and a quarter with the passage of time.
Ammu said that human beings were creatures of habit, and it was amazing the kind of things one could get used to.
― Arundhati Roy,
When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.
― John Green,
Sometimes it’s not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don’t mean.
― Bob Dylan
Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs.
I wonder how they feel tonight.
― Stephen Chbosky,