sometimes i find that you love to read a novel or poem or any other litterature books maybe it's just because of one sentence in this book.
sometimes i find that you love to read a novel or poem or any other litterature books maybe it's just because of one sentence in this book.
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils
She broke out into a peal of laughter and glanced at her husband, whose admiring and happy eyes had been wandering from her dress to her face and hair.
Aslan is on the move!
(The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe; C.S. Lewis)
"Icy blasts of a Frozen beauty" "Eight plays by Moliere"
page 250
I remember this vividly.
And sometimes you love to read a novel because of its every sentence.
He was born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.
When beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle
and the beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle...
'Under the thatched arbor of a restaurant on a riverbank, where Olivia had waited for me, our teeth began to move slowly, with equal rhythm, and our eyes stared into each other's with the intensity of serpents'--serpents concentrated in the ecstacy of swallowing each other in turn, as we were aware, in our turn, of being swallowed by the serpent that digests us all, assimilated ceaselessly in the process of ingestion and digestion, in the universeal cannibalism that leaves its imprint on every amorous relationship and erases the lines between our bodies and sopa de frijoles, huachinango a la vera cruzana, and enchiladas.'Originally Posted by jerria
Italo Calvino
Under the Jaguar Sun
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
I don't know why, but that just means a lot to me.
It's the last lines of the Catcher in the Rye, btw.
Il y a a parier que toute idee publique, toute convention recue, est une sottise, car elle a convenu au plus grand nombre.
...he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.
Hemingway.
"Was anyone hurt?"
"No one I am thankful to say," said Mrs. Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court..."
A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh, Chapter 1, Du Cote De Chez Beaver, first two of the book.
If life gives you poop.... make poop juice!
cras, cras, semper cras...
tomorrow, tomorrow, always tomorrow.
that's what it all comes down to really
the best thing to do when you have nothing to say is to post on a internet forum
She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
~Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, Chapter XVIII "A Flood of Sunshine"
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
"Jacob Marley was dead to begin with, dead as a doornail."
(best first line to any novel ever) Dickens, Chrsitmas Carol
"That which stifles me, to-night, even as I write these lines; that which makes my heart hurt as though it were going to burst; that love of which, at last, I know the name ador--"
(best last line -okay, nearly the last line- of a novel ever) Mauriac, Viper's Tangle
Irish poets, learn your trade!
-Yeats
Strangely enough these were the first sentences that came to mind. I couldn't decide which to post so here are both:
"Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada."--Hemingway, "A Clean Well Lighted Place"
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness but still will keep
A bower quiet for us and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health and quiet breathing;
Therefore on every morrow are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits."
--Keats, "Endymion"
"In rime sparse il suono/ di quei sospiri ond' io nudriva 'l core/ in sul mio primo giovenile errore"~ Francesco Petrarca
"Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can."~ Jane Austen
"...and Darkness, and Decay, and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all."
"Lay on, Macduff! And damned be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!' "
Por una cabeza
Si ella me olvida
Qué importa perderme
Mil veces la vida
Para qué vivir
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