Book: Beloved

- There is no tomorrow. Do not delay, do it now.

... because of his smile, or maybe because of that willingness to love, which she saw in his eyes - with such a trusting and open love looking at you foals, itinerant preachers and children; that kind of love no need be earned - it is given freely.

He understood that Sete was referring to: go where you can love anything you want where you don't need to ask permission. Well, maybe this is what is called freedom.

A zealous spirit, but the flesh is weak.

- ... What is fair is not always right.

When you're a kid, everything you possess, accessible and known to your family. Mystery is the privilege of adults.

There is a loneliness that can lull it to sleep. Arms crossed on chest, knees raised, and swaying with it, unlike the pitching of the ship, soothes the soul and lulls. It comes from within and envelops you tightly like leather. There is such a loneliness that is like coming from the outside. It will not lull. It is alive and exists independently, in itself. It dries and expands, capturing everything around so that even the sound of my own steps like wafted to you from the side.

Nothing will cure without pain.

Eye before you can blink, and his face was something else entirely, like his feelings he kept very close under the skin. Like a seething lava.

- Your love is too heavy.
- Too heavy? Love is either there or it is not. Easy love is no love.

He behaved as if the whole world was his toy, which he must thoroughly enough.