15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.A Christmas Carol
You drag a ponderous chain seven Christmases long—what links are you forging each year?
Charles DickensA Christmas Carol
I wish to be left alone—when does self-preservation become the refusal to help?
Charles DickensA Christmas Carol
He walked with eyes downturned and missed the guiding star — what did his blindness cost the poor homes he passed?
Charles DickensFrankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
Had I the right to doom future generations to a race of devils for the sake of my own peace?
Mary ShelleyPride and Prejudice
My reasons for marrying: duty, happiness, and because Lady Catherine insists I must.
Jane AustenThe Republic
Odysseus, last to choose, hunted until he found a life with no cares—why would the craftiest man prefer oblivion?
PlatoThe Republic
Seeing truth isn't about gaining sight but turning the eye back toward what it already has—what art can do that?
PlatoJane Eyre
Jealousy's sting is salutary—so I refused to charm the snake that bit him.
Charlotte BrontëThe Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
A door I had no key for, a veil I could not pass—there was talk of 'me and thee' and then, suddenly, silence.
Omar Khayyam (Ghiyāth al-Dīn ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm Nīshābūrī)Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus
Books filled me with rapture and despair; Werter made me weep for a death I could not explain.
Mary ShelleyThe Republic
Where is justice in a city made habitable? Light a candle, call friends, and let's see what hides in plain sight.
PlatoAlice's Adventures in Wonderland
She imagined herself grown, still keeping the simple, loving heart of childhood—how will she pass it on?
Lewis CarrollPride and Prejudice
He set out to show civility—and half an hour later other wishes had arrived.
Jane AustenJane Eyre
Sombre clouds and penetrating rain closed off the garden—there would be no walk today.
Charlotte BrontëThe Picture of Dorian Gray
A cry of joy breaks the silence—someone in the thicket is recognized in a way that changes everything.
Oscar Wilde