Day Seventeen of 30 Day Book Challenge: Favourite quote from your favourite book
Leo Tolstoy / Cornelia Funke / Charlotte Bronte
Today I’ve decided to do something a bit different. Rather than choosing a favourite quote from my favourite book (seriously if you know me by now you should know there’s No Such Thing) I’m going to give you three quotes from three books that I love but won’t be dedicating whole posts to. (Technically the first quote is from a short story: but it’s a long short story, and it’s lovely, so it counts.)
Angry words sprung to Matrena’s lips, but she looked at the stranger and was silent. He sat on the edge of the bench, motionless, his hands folded on his knees, his head drooping on his breast, his eyes closed, and his brows knit as if in pain. Matrena was silent, and Simon said, “Matrena, have you no love of God?” And Matrena was touched with pity for the stranger and began to feel fond of him. And at once the stranger’s face lit up; his brows were no longer bent, he raised his eyes and smiled at Matrena.
What Men Live By
Yes, thought Mo. Yes, it’s easy…if you have a second heart beating in your breast, cold and sharp-edged as the sword you carry. A certain amount of hatred and anger, a few weeks of fear and helpless rage, and you’ll have a heart like that. It beats time for when you come to kill, a wild, fast rhythm. And only later do you feel your other heart again, soft and warm. It shudders in time with the other one at the thought of what you did. It trembles and feels pain…but that’s only afterward.
Inkheart
But what is so headstrong as youth? What so blind as inexperience? These affirmed that it was pleasure enough to have the privilege of again looking on Mr Rochester, whether he looked on me or not; and they added, “Hasten! Be with him while you may: but a few more days or weeks, at most, and you are parted with him forever!” And then I strangled a newborn agony—a deformed thing I could not persuade myself to own and rear—and ran on.
Jane Eyre