“And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but… alive.”
Mary Balogh (1944) Welsh-Canadian novelist
Source: Simply Love
Source: The Absolutist
“And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but… alive.”
Mary Balogh (1944) Welsh-Canadian novelist
Source: Simply Love
Josh Homme (1973) American musician
"The Vampyre of Time and Memory", ...Like Clockwork (2013)
Lyrics, Queens of the Stone Age
Deepak Chopra (1946) Indian-American physician, public speaker and writer
The Book of Secrets: Unlocking the Hidden Dimensions of Your Life (2004)
“I eat football, I sleep football, I breathe football. I'm not mad, I'm just passionate.”
Thierry Henry (1977) French association football player
Attributed
Ilona Andrews American husband-and-wife novelist duo
Source: Magic Bleeds
Haruki Murakami book Kafka on the Shore
Source: Kafka on the Shore (2002), Chapter 15
Context: Now I know exactly how dangerous the forest can be. And I hope I never forget it. Just like Crow said, the world's filled with things I don't know about. All the plants and trees there, for instance. I'd never imagined that trees could be so weird and unearthly. I mean, the only plants I've ever really seen or touched till now are the city kind -neatly trimmed and cared-for bushes and trees. But the ones here -the ones living here -are totally different. They have a physical power, their breath grazing any humans who might chance by, their gaze zeroing in on the intruder like they've spotted their prey. Like they have some dark, prehistoric, magical powers. Like deep-sea creatures rule the ocean depths, in the forest trees reign supreme. If it wanted to, the forest could reject me-or swallow me up whole. A healthy amount of fear and respect might be a good idea.