" All animals are equal
but some animals are more equal than others"
--George Orwell, Animal Farm, pg 133
These are quotes that I have come across in books that I really love. I dedicate this place to all the wonderful words I have read. If trinkets from every day can be collected, then, why not words?
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Twelfth Night, II.III. 111-112
"Dost thou think, because thou are virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?"
-Twelfth Night, II.III, 111-112
-Twelfth Night, II.III, 111-112
Twelfth Night, II. III. 47-52
"What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come and kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure."
--Twelfth Night, II. III,.47-52, William Shakespeare
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come and kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure."
--Twelfth Night, II. III,.47-52, William Shakespeare
Thursday, March 31, 2011
No Place For You, My love
"Whatever people like to think, situations (if not scenes) were usually three-way--there was somebody else always. The one who didn't--couldn't--understand the two made the formidable third."
No Place for You, My Love, Eudora Welty
No Place for You, My Love, Eudora Welty
No Place For You, My love
"Like people in love, they had a supertition about themselves almost as soon as they came out on the floor, and dared not think the words 'happy' or 'unhappy', which might strike them, one or the other, like lightning."
-No place for you, my love. Eudora Welty
-No place for you, my love. Eudora Welty
Sunday, March 20, 2011
The Orchard Keeper, pg 246
"They are gone now. Fled, banished in death or exile, lost, undone. Over the land sun and wind still move to burn and sway the trees, the grasses. No avatar, no scion, no vestige of that people remains. On the lips of the strange race that now dwells there their names are myth, legend, dust. "
--Cormac McCarthy, The Orchard Keeper, pg 246
The final paragraph of the novel.
--Cormac McCarthy, The Orchard Keeper, pg 246
The final paragraph of the novel.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Othello, III.III. 261-263
"Though her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'ld whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune."
--William Shakespeare, Othello, act 3, scene 3, line 261-263
--William Shakespeare, Othello, act 3, scene 3, line 261-263
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