I haven’t been on GoodReads in awhile and today I decided to update my page and set my 50 book challenge for the year. If you’re interested in following me and what I’m currently reading, click here. Below are a few of my favorite quotes that I’ve found in books throughout the past few months. I definitely haven’t been reading as much as I’d like, but I hope that will change soon. What are some of your favorite quotes?


“I wouldn’t exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though…I mean when she was talking and she got excited about something, her mouth sort of went in about fifty directions, her lips and all. That killed me”
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.”
Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (I know this is said by the most narcissistic character in the novel, but it’s still a good one.)

“May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.”
Tina Fey, Bossypants

“Kissing him last night at the pep rally had been like kissing an underpass.”
George Saunders, Tenth of December

“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”
J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.”

“She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.”
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary