15 discoveries later
Which one keeps calling?
Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.The Divine Comedy
Once we were men; now we stand rooted as trees—how long before even pity is too late?
Dante AlighieriPride and Prejudice
She refuses him plainly—not to wound, but because her feelings make acceptance impossible; what follows from such unvarnished honesty?
Jane AustenThe Divine Comedy
One voice crowns a homeland the eternal pride that made our tongue—who claims such glory?
Dante AlighieriThe Prophet
To judge you by your smallest deed is to measure the ocean by its foam.
Kahlil GibranWalden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience
Not until we are lost do we begin to find where we truly belong.
Thoreau, Henry DavidCrime and Punishment
He claimed he wanted to be a Napoleon—can ambition ever be an excuse for murder?
Dostoyevsky, FyodorThe strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
He drank at one gulp—and his face seemed to melt into something unthinkable, sending the witness back against the wall.
Robert Louis StevensonCrime and Punishment
Power, he insists, is only for the man who dares to stoop and seize it—so he claims he committed an unthinkable act to prove he had the daring.
Dostoyevsky, FyodorWuthering Heights
He must remind himself to breathe; one consuming wish has devoured his life and left every act compelled by that hunger.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
In a snow‑blanketed churchyard he scrapes at a coffin and feels her breath above him—how far will love push a living man?
Emily BrontëCrime and Punishment
He felt a sudden, precise calm, dressed in new clothes and stepped into the street—where was he going?
Dostoyevsky, FyodorCrime and Punishment
A man tells him he's a murderer—how can a single sentence unmake a person?
Dostoyevsky, FyodorCrime and Punishment
He flung himself at her feet, weeping—her terror shifts into a light of infinite happiness; what risk just flipped fear into joy?
Dostoyevsky, FyodorLeaves of Grass
A leaf of grass, an ant, a mouse—each is as miraculous as a star's journey; scale collapses into wonder.
Walt WhitmanThe Picture of Dorian Gray
His own portrait had betrayed him—why had the face he painted become a stranger?
Oscar Wilde