There is something about words.
In expert hands, manipulated deftly,
they take you prisoner.
Wind themselves around your limbs
like spider silk, and when
you are so enthralled you cannot move,
they pierce your skin, enter your blood,
numb your thoughts.
Inside you they work their magic.”

Diane Setterfield

Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don’t know
how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors
and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness,
of witherings, of tarnishings.”

Anais Nin

Never forget what you are,
for surely the world will not.
Make it your strength.
Then it can never be your weakness.
Armour yourself in it,
and it will never be used to hurt you.”

George RR Martin

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

Neil Gaiman

“Dumbledore watched her fly away,
and as her silvery glow faded
he turned back to Snape,
and his eyes were full of tears.
After all this time?”
Always,” said Snape.”

J.K. Rowling

When she’d kissed him, she had surprised herself. It had been such an impulse – the way she sometimes reached out to catch a stray leaf on the wind, or jumped a puddle on a rainy day – something done without thinking or resisting, something pointless and harmless. She had never done anything like that before and never would again, and looking back on it, she would forever be surprised at herself, and a little shocked. But at that moment she had known, with a certainty she would never feel about anything else in her life, that it was right, that she wanted this man in her life. Something inside her said, “he understands what it’s like to be different.”

Celeste NG

The cat had been thrown in the by-lane, and when Mir Nihal went out in the evening he saw that she was not dead after all. She had licked the water from the gutter and had come back to life. So does life inflict wounds on men, thought Mir Nihal, and looking grey for some time they become whole and hale again. Fate treats human beings with cruelty and is unconcerned. Death takes lives, parts lovers, bereaves mothers and children, husbands and wives, and , with callous indifference, goes about her ravagers with the hard-hearted grace of a fell beloved who prides herself on breaking both hearts and homes.

Ahmed Ali