I've been hacking my way through Crime and Punishment (finally finishing last week) as well and although the writing and quotes are memorable and the recurring theme is blatant and auspicious, the book gets tedious very quickly... But Pulcheria Alexandrovna line is intriguing: "God knows what concerns and plans you may have; or what ideas you are hatching; so its not for me to keep nudging your elbow.."Originally Posted by Laindessiel
I downloaded and read My Man Jeeves, by P. G. Wodehouse earlier this afternoon. I had read it years ago, but it certainly need re-reading.
She was rather like one of those
innocent-tasting American drinks which creep imperceptibly into your
system so that, before you know what you're doing, you're starting out
to reform the world by force if necessary and pausing on your way to
tell the large man in the corner that, if he looks at you like that,
you will knock his head off.
"Sir?" said Jeeves, kind of manifesting himself. One of the rummy
things about Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk, you very
seldom see him come into a room. He's like one of those weird chappies
in India who dissolve themselves into thin air and nip through space in
a sort of disembodied way and assemble the parts again just where they
want them. I've got a cousin who's what they call a Theosophist, and he
says he's often nearly worked the thing himself, but couldn't quite
bring it off, probably owing to having fed in his boyhood on the flesh
of animals slain in anger and pie.
Lady Malvern was a hearty, happy, healthy, overpowering sort of dashed
female, not so very tall but making up for it by measuring about six feet
from the O.P. to the Prompt Side. She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as
if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing
arm-chairs tight about the hips that season.
"It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes."
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"Frivolity is a stern taskmaster."
Zippy the Pinhead
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... and from his pain he knew he was not dead.
- from The Old Man and the Sea
by Ernest Hemingway
This is from 'Eragon' by Christopher Paolini.
I'm not quite sure why I like this quote, I just think it's ace :]"My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I've learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe with my innermost thoughts."
Then again, I also like the character that said it, Murtagh. Rather mysterious is he :]
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-Abbe Mouret's TransgressionSo he left her at the end of the garden, sitting in the sunlight on the ground before a hive, whence the bees buzzed like golden berries round her neck, along her bare arms and in her hair, without thought of stinging her.
More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read.
-Algernon, The Importance of Being Ernest
This is the true joy in life; being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one, and being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod.
-George Bernard Shaw
'Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,
'T is woman's whole existence;'
'Don Juan' by Lord George Gordon Byron
There is no polite way
of being happy
Yâ Rab belâ-yı ‘aşk ile kıl âşinâ meni
Bir dem belâ-yı ‘aşkdan etme cüdâ meni
Az eyleme ‘inâyetüni ehl-i derdden
Ya‘ni ki çoh belâlara kıl mübtelâ meni[11]
Oh God, let me know the pain of love
Do not for even a moment separate me from it
Do not lessen your aid to the afflicted
But rather, make lovesick me one among them
fuzuli divan
All that is in the world is love
And knowledge is nothing but gossip
fuzuli
"The black leafless trees gave no protection: they stood around like broken waterpipes, and the rain dripped off his dark hat and ran in streams down his black civil servants overcoat."
"There are men one has an irresistible desire to tease: men whose virtues one doesnt share."
The incomparable Graham Greene in "The End of the Affair."
"If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends." -Helen Burns in Jane Eyre
"Children can feel, but they cannot analyze their feelings." - Prince Myshkin, The Idiot
Receive what cheer you may:
The night is long that never finds the day.
- from Macbeth, Act IV, Scene iii
Middlemarch by George Eliot"He had catched a great cold, had he had no other clothes
to wear than the skin of a bear not yet killed." --FULLER.
It's a quote of a quote...guess that counts.
I like this forum idea!
"It seems to me that when any belief leaves our minds, the loss is either voluntary or involuntary. Voluntary when the belief is false and we learn better, involuntary whenever the belief is true"
The Republic, Plato -- Plato's explanation of this comment is the beginning of a chain of logic that rips into the veil of free will and judgment in theistic worldviews. I had come to this conclusion, in different words, as a student in a Christian university. When last month I came across this statement, which forms the cornerstone of my own thought process, which I considered a very modern one inasmuch as it questions free will, I marveled, wondering whether Plato saw the theological implications of this statement or if he only saw its value pertaining to his purpose of training and evaluating Guardians for his Republic.
quoniam nihil agere delectat, scribo
I'm almost done with Absurdistan by Gary Shtyengart, who is interestingly enough, the great-great grandson of Nikolai Gogol. I'm also reading Sea Change by Robert B. Parker for some fast and easy reading.
"I don't know if you have had the same experience, but the snag I always come up against when I'm telling a story is this dashed difficult problem of where to begin it. It's a thing you don't want to go wrong over, because one false step and you're sunk. I mean, if you fool about too long at the start, trying to establish atmosphere, as they call it, and all that sort of rot, you fail to grip and the customers walk out on you.
"Get off the mark, on the other hand, like a scalded cat, and your public is at a loss. It simply raises its eyebrows, and can't make out what you're talking about."
P.G. Wodehouse, Right Ho, Jeeves
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The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar WildeBut beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are!
It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty.
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