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<\/a><\/p>\nSometimes a great line in a book will just leap out at you and stun you out of the story, so that you just sit there a moment, awe-stricken. Here are some of the best.<\/p>\n
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven.<\/strong><\/p>\nI have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my\u00a0dreams.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Art of Fielding.<\/strong><\/p>\nIt was strange the way he loved her; a side long and almost casual love, as if loving her were simply a matter of course, too natural to\u00a0mention.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Diary of Anne Frank.<\/strong><\/p>\nIn spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at\u00a0heart.<\/em><\/p>\nThis Is How You Lose Her.<\/strong><\/p>\nYou were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a\u00a0gesture<\/em><\/p>\nSlaughterhouse-Five.<\/strong><\/p>\nEverything was beautiful and nothing\u00a0hurt.<\/em><\/p>\nChanging Places.<\/strong><\/p>\nHigh, high above the North Pole, on the first day of 1969, two professors of English Literature approached each other at a combined velocity of 1200 miles per\u00a0hour.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Essential Neruda.<\/strong><\/p>\nThe moon lives in the lining of your\u00a0skin<\/em><\/p>\nMiddle Passage.<\/strong><\/p>\nOf all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I\u2019ve come to learn, is\u00a0women<\/em><\/p>\nVile Bodies.<\/strong><\/p>\nAnd presently, like a circling typhoon, the sounds of battle began to\u00a0return.<\/em><\/p>\nA Moveable Feast.<\/strong><\/p>\nBut this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very\u00a0happy.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Stranger.<\/strong><\/p>\nMother died\u00a0today.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Outsiders.<\/strong><\/p>\nStay Gold,\u00a0Ponyboy.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Crow Road.<\/strong><\/p>\nIt was the day my grandmother exploded.<\/em><\/p>\n1984.<\/strong><\/p>\nIt was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.<\/em><\/p>\nPerks Of Being A Wallflower.<\/strong><\/p>\nSo, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I\u2019m still trying to figure out how that could\u00a0be.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Old Man and the Sea.<\/strong><\/p>\nThe old man was dreaming about the\u00a0lions.<\/em><\/p>\nRebecca.<\/strong><\/p>\nAnd the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the\u00a0sea.<\/em><\/p>\nLooking For Alaska.<\/strong><\/p>\nI know so many last words. But I will never know\u00a0hers.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Fiery Cross.<\/strong><\/p>\nWhen the day shall come, that we do part,\u2019 he said softly, and turned to look at me, \u2018if my last words are not \u2018I love you\u2019\u200a\u2014\u200aye\u2019ll ken it was because I dinna have\u00a0time.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Shawshank Redemption.<\/strong><\/p>\nGet busy living or get busy\u00a0dying.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n
The Time Traveler\u2019s Wife.<\/strong><\/p>\nHe is coming, and I am\u00a0here.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Alchemist.<\/strong><\/p>\nIt\u2019s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.<\/em><\/p>\nAnna Karenina.<\/strong><\/p>\nHe stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without\u00a0looking.<\/em><\/p>\nTo Kill A Mockingbird.<\/strong><\/p>\nIt was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever\u00a0lived.<\/em><\/p>\nThe History of Love.<\/strong><\/p>\nOnce upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Age of Innocence.<\/strong><\/p>\nEach time you happen to me all over\u00a0again.<\/em><\/p>\nEast of Eden.<\/strong><\/p>\nAnd now that you don\u2019t have to be perfect, you can be\u00a0good.<\/em><\/p>\nWe Love You, Charlie Freeman: A Novel.<\/strong><\/p>\nI miss her, with a never-ending ache that I did not think was possible, that crowds out any other feeling and certainly all my reason, and any good\u00a0sense.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Corrections.<\/strong><\/p>\nShe was seventy-five and she was going to make some changes in her\u00a0life.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Tempest.<\/strong><\/p>\nHell is empty and all the devils are\u00a0here.<\/em><\/p>\nLolita.<\/strong><\/p>\nAnd the rest is rust and stardust.<\/em><\/p>\nSummertime: Fiction.<\/strong><\/p>\nA book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside\u00a0us.<\/em><\/p>\nOn The Road.<\/strong><\/p>\nThe only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the\u00a0stars.<\/em><\/p>\n\u00a0Fahrenheit 451.<\/strong><\/p>\nIt was a pleasure to\u00a0burn.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Picture of Dorian Gray.<\/strong><\/p>\nThe curves of your lips rewrite\u00a0history.<\/em><\/p>\nTheir Eyes Were Watching God.<\/strong><\/p>\nShe had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found\u00a0her.<\/em><\/p>\nWuthering Heights.<\/strong><\/p>\nWhatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the\u00a0same.<\/em><\/p>\nStardust.<\/strong><\/p>\nShe says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite\u00a0stars.<\/em><\/p>\nIn a Free State.<\/strong><\/p>\nThe only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell ourselves.<\/em><\/p>\nGravity\u2019s Rainbow.<\/strong><\/p>\nA screaming comes across the\u00a0sky.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Fellowship of the Ring.<\/strong><\/p>\nAll we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given\u00a0us.<\/em><\/p>\nAnna Karenina.<\/strong><\/p>\nAll happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own\u00a0way.<\/em><\/p>\nOne Hundred Years of Solitude.<\/strong><\/p>\nMany years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aurelio Buend\u00eda was to remember that distant afternoon that his father took him to discover\u00a0ice.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Fault in Our Stars.<\/strong><\/p>\nAs he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at\u00a0once.<\/em><\/p>\nAnd the Mountains Echoed.<\/strong><\/p>\nBeauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Time Machine.<\/strong><\/p>\nIt sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the\u00a0morning.<\/em><\/p>\n\u00a0East of Eden.<\/strong><\/p>\nI think of my life as a kind of music, not always good music but still having form and\u00a0melody.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Scarlet Letter.<\/strong><\/p>\nWe dream in our waking moments, and walk in our\u00a0sleep.<\/em><\/p>\nOther Voices, Other Rooms.<\/strong><\/p>\nAnd in that moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain\u00a0came.<\/em><\/p>\nGone With the Wind.<\/strong><\/p>\nMy dear, I don\u2019t give a\u00a0damn.<\/em><\/p>\nMemoirs of a Geisha.<\/strong><\/p>\nBy the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day\u00a0long.<\/em><\/p>\nOne Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich.<\/strong><\/p>\nIn our village, folks say God crumbles up the old moon into\u00a0stars.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n
A Girl I Knew.<\/strong><\/p>\nShe wasn\u2019t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.<\/em><\/p>\nPride and Prejudice.<\/strong><\/p>\nIt is a truth universally that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a\u00a0wife.<\/em><\/p>\nA Tale of Two Cities.<\/strong><\/p>\nIt was the best of times, it was the worst of\u00a0times.<\/em><\/p>\nA Tree Grows in Brooklyn.<\/strong><\/p>\nDear God,\u2019 she prayed, \u2018let me be something every minute of every hour of my\u00a0life.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Glass Menagerie.<\/strong><\/p>\nTime is the longest distance between two\u00a0places.<\/em><\/p>\nInfinite Jest.<\/strong><\/p>\nEverybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone\u00a0else.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Road.<\/strong><\/p>\nYou forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to\u00a0forget.<\/em><\/p>\nThe Sun Also Rises.<\/strong><\/p>\nIsn\u2019t it pretty to think\u00a0so?<\/em><\/p>\nThe World According to Garp.<\/strong><\/p>\nThey were involved in that awkward procedure of getting to unknow each\u00a0other.<\/em><\/p>\n1984<\/strong><\/p>\nWe shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.<\/em><\/p>\n