Quotes - Page 276 | Just Great DataBase

I wish this story were different. I wish it were more civilized. I wish it showed me in a better light, if not happier, then at least more active, less hesitant, less distracted by trivia. I wish it had more shape. I wish it were about love, or about sudden realizations important to one's life, or even about sunsets, birds, rainstorms, or snow.

What I can tell your grace is that it deals with truths, and they are truths so appealing and elegant that no lies can equal them.

But are not some whole that we must make sick?

Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up—take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now.

But it was worth it. The blonde was some dancer. She was one of the best dancers I ever danced with. I'm not kidding, some of these very stupid girls can really knock you out on a dance floor. You take a really smart girl, and half the time she's trying to lead you around the dance floor, or else she's such a lousy dancer, the best thing to do is stay at the table and just get drunk with her.

After the gratifications of brutish appetites are past, the greatest pleasure then is to get rid of that which entertained it.

And Caesar shall go forth.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell.Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years.

I hunger to commit the act of touch.

A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind, and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquillity. I do not think that the pursuit of knowledge is an exception to this rule. If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections, and to destroy your taste for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can possibly mix, then that study is certainly unlawful, that is to say, not befitting the human mind.

For he is superstitious grown of late,Quite from the main opinion he held onceOf fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.

The oldest hath borne most; we that are youngShall never see so much, nor live so long.

Abraham Lincoln. When he met Stowe, it is claimed that he said, "So you're the little woman that started this great war!

And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure… And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, ‘Yes, the stars always make me laugh!’ And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you…

Now, gods, stand up for bastards!

Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglectMy love should kindle to inflamed respect.

Our big mistake was teaching them to read. We won't make that mistake again.

Falling in love... how could he have made such light of it? Sneered even. As if it was trivial for us, a frill, a whim. It was, on the contrary, heavy going. It was the central thing, the way you understood yourself.

Oh my Eva, whose little hour on earth did so much good... what account have I to give for my long years?