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7 Authors For Whom I Have Genuine Romantic Feelings

Over the course of my life I have fallen in love with so many authors, and this is almost solely based on their ability to pen some of the most beautiful lines and prose that my eyes have ever had the pleasure to soak up. Whether these authors are alive or dead, attractive or ugly, male or female, I have developed a crush on almost every single one whose words have given me reason to mark a page. I call it unrequited reader love. With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, I wanted to compile a list of some of my main author crushes, complete with some favorite quotes of theirs. 


1. Victor Hugo, author of Les Miserables (1862) and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame (1831)



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  • ” ‘Oh, love!’ said she, and her voice trembled and her eye brightened. ‘That is to be two and yet but one. A man and a woman blended into an angel. It is heaven itself.’ ” – The Hunchback of Notre-Dame


  • “It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.” – Les Miserables 


  • “The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves–say rather, loved in spite of ourselves; the conviction the blind have. In their calamity, to be served is to be caressed. Are they deprived of anything? No. Light is not lost where love enters. And what a love! A love wholly founded in purity. There is no blindness where there is certainty.” – Les Miserables 


2. Emily Bronte, author of Wuthering Heights (1847)



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  • “My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”


  • “It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he’s handsome Nelly but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.” 


  • “I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.” 


3. Tom Robbins, author of Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (1976) and Jitterbug Perfume (1984)


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  • “The Earth is alive. She burns inside with the heat of cosmic longing. She longs to be with her husband again. She moans. She turns softly in her sleep. When the symbologies of civilization are destroyed, there will be no more ‘earthquakes.’ Earthquakes are a manifestation of man’s consciousness. Without manmade follies, there could not be earthquakes. In the Eternity of Joy, pluralized, deurbanized man, at ease with his gentle technologies, will smile and sigh when the Earth begins to shake. ‘She is restless tonight,’ they will say.
    ‘She dreams of loving.’
    ‘She has the blues.’ ” – Even Cowgirls Get the Blues


  • “When you’re unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. And you get to take yourself oh so very seriously. Your truly happy people, which is to say, your people who truly like themselves, they don’t think about themselves very much. Your unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwellin’ on himself and start payin’ attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence.” – Jitterbug Perfume


  • “He was becoming unstuck, he was sure of that – his bones were no longer wrapped in flesh but in clouds of dust, in hummingbirds, dragonflies, and luminous moths – but so perfect was his equilibrium that he felt no fear. He was vast, he was many, he was dynamic, he was eternal.” – Jitterbug Perfume


4. Haruki Murakami, author of countless contemporary novels


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  • “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” – Kafka on the Shore 


  • “I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.” – South of the Border, West of the Sun


  • “Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?” – Sputnik Sweetheart 


5. Oscar Wilde, playwright and author of The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890)



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  • “I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” 


  • “There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.”


  • “When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.” 


6. Charlotte Bronte, author of Jane Eyre (1847)


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  • “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.” 


  • “I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.” 


  • “Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.” 


7. James Joyce, author of Ulysses (1922) and Dubliners (1914)



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  • “I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.” – Ulysses 


  • “It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.” – “The Dead,” Dubliners


  • “Can’t bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.” – Ulysses


So there it is, wide out in the open: a guide to my Valentine’s Day author crushes. They flirted their way into my heart simply through their written words. 


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