Memorable Book Quotes Part 2

"In the inside there is sleeping, in the outside there is reddening, in the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling. In the evening there is feeling."

"The principal taste is when there is a whole chance to be reasonable"

"There is no use there is no use at all in smell, in taste, in teeth, in toast, in anything, there is no use at all and the respect is mutual."

"A sign is the specimen spoken."

"Wake a question. Eat an instant, answer."

"Act so that there is no use in a center"

"Joy"

"I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!

I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!"

Excerpt from "Riches"

"I have no riches but my thoughts"

Excerpt from "Peace"

"I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies--
Your are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold"

Excerpt from "Helen of Troy"

"I will not give the grave my hands to hold,
My shining hair to light oblivion"

Excerpt from "Beatrice"

"Am I not floating in a mist of light?
O lift me up and I shall reach the sun!"

Excerpt from "Erinna

"I go toward darkness tho' I lie so still"

Excerpt from "The Blind"

"I weave a web of fancies
Of tears and darkness spun.
How shall I sing of sunlight
Who never saw the sun?"

"Artists have no less talent than ever; their taste, their vision, their sentiment are often interesting; they are mighty in their independence and feeble only in their works."

"Religion is the love of life in the consciousness of ignorance."

"Our dignity is not in what we do, but in what we understand"

"A habitual indulgence in the inarticulate is a sure sign of the philosopher who has not learned to think, the poet who has not learned to write, the painter who has not learned to paint, and the impression that has not learned to express itself--all of which are compatible with an immensity of genius in the inexpressible soul."

"The real world is merely the shadow of that assurance of eventual experience which accompanies sanity."

"Spinoza clearly expresses it, we desire nothing because it is good, but it is good only because we desire it."

"Beauty is pleasure regarded as the quality of a thing."

"Beauty, although often so described, is seldom so perceived."

"To be clever enough to get all that money, one must be stupid enough to want it."

Excerpt from "On a Quiet Conscience" by Charles I, King of England

"Close thine eyes, and sleep secure;
Thy soul is safe, thy body sure.
He that guards thee, he that keeps,
Never slumbers, never sleeps."

Excerpt from "To Sleep" by Wordsworth

"Thou dost love
To sit in meekness,
Like the brooding dove,
A captive never wishing to be free"

Excerpt from "The Daydream" by Lord Alfred Tennyson

"She sleeps, nor dreams but ever dwells
A perfect form in perfect rest."

"Love is too pure a light to burn long among the noisome gases that we breath, but before it is choked out we may use it as a torch to ignite the cozy fire of reflection."

"We shall never be content until each man makes his own weather and keeps it to himself."

"A woman's tears do not make one wet, but the rain does; and her coldness does not lay the foundations of asthma and rheumatism, as the east wind is apt to."

"To be misunderstood is the shy man's fate on every occasion; and whatever impression he endeavors to create, he is sure to convey its opposite."

Excerpt from "Sonnet XXVIII"

"If this be to have sense, if to be awake
Be but to see this bright, great sleep of things,
For the rarer potion mine own dreams I'll take
And for truth commune with imaginings"

Excerpt from "Sonnet XIX"

"Beauty and love let no one separate,
Whom exact Nature did to each other fit,
Giving to Beauty love as finishing fate
And to Love beauty as true colour of it"

Excerpt from "Sonnet XVII"

"In the country of bridges the bridge is
More real than the shores it doth unsever;
So in our world, all of Relation, this
Is true--that truer is Love than either lover"

"Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it."

"The great secret of morals is love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many other; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own."

"A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds."

"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted."

"In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet, because language itself is poetry; and to be a poet is to apprehend the true and the beautiful, in a word, the good which exists in the relation, subsisting first between existence and perception, and secondly between perception and expression."

"Be a philosopher; but amidst all your philosophy, be still a man."

"The sweetest and most inoffensive path of life leads through the avenues of science and learning; and whoever can either remover any obstructions in this way, or open up any new prospect, ought so far to be esteemed a benefactor to mankind."

"I was grotesque to the theatrical pitch, a stage miser, but I was certainly not a physical impossibility."

"'The more I thought it over, Kemp, the more I realised what a helpless absurdity an Invisible Man was--in a cold and dirty climate and a crowded and civilised city.'"

Excerpt from "Private Property"

"Each owns a paradise of glass
Where never a yearning heliotrope
Pursues the sun's ascent or slope;
For the sun dreams there, and no time is or was."

Excerpt from "In Uncertainty to a Lady"

"I wait the indubitable word,
The great Unconscious Cue.
Has it been spoken and unheard?
Spoken, perhaps, by you--?"

Excerpt from "On the Bus"

"I am a harp of twittering strings,
An elegant instrument, but infinitely second-hand"

"'Darkness and Dr. Watson's umbrella--my wants are simple.'"

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms."

"A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone."

"I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.'

"I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."

"Talk of heaven! ye disgrace earth."

Excerpt from "O'er the Wood's Brow"

"Two willow-trees
Waver and weep,
One in the breeze,
One in the deep
Glass of the stream...
Dream we our dream!"

"The lover is more divine; because he is inspired by God."

"Evil is the vulgar lover who loves the body rather than the soul, inasmuch as he is not even stable, because he loves a thing which is itself unstable."

"The desire and pursuit of the whole is called love."

"'Protect me from knowing what I don't need to know. Protect me from even knowing that there are things to know that I don't know. Protect me from knowing that I decided not to know about the things that I decided not to know about. Amen.'"

"'It can be very dangerous to see things from somebody else's point of view without the proper training.'"

"'I talked to the computer at great length and explained my view of the Universe to it,' said Marvin.
'And what happened?' pressed Ford.
'It committed suicide.'"

"Don't panic."

"'Forty-two.'"

"'Tell you what' smirks the Vamp Count, 'they'll be roody well surprised when the peasantry gets a...sauce of that snake.'
'You think it will live?'
'Who's going to loll it to revive it?'
'Who'll want to kill it to survive?'
'The Parisacs and Priests--find them something they have to contend with face to face with the possibility of horror and bloodshed and they'll be satisfied with wooden crosses and go home.'
'But old Wizard wants to live.'
'In that last form he took I wouldn't bother--'
'Who is Dr. Sax?'
'They told me in Budapest he's just a crazy old fool. No harm will come from him.'

"'This "dove" business has got out of hand,' frowned that Count. "Dovists...serious?...are they? I like my religion practical--blood is good, blood is life, they can act up with their ashes and urns and oily incense...bloodless theosophists of the moonlight--excalibur dull bottards in a frantic hinch, cock-waddlers on pones and pothosts, rattle-bead bonehead splentiginous bollyongs, cast-offs, bah, flap-slaves and blackbearded bungy doodle frummers of lug and lard. Fat. Dry. Dull. Dead. Spew!--'he spat--'But I'll do anything the High Command wants, of course. -- Have we anything striking for my box design?'"

"If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can."

"'I think I’ll dismember the world and then I’ll dance in the wreckage.'"

"Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame."

"He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink"

"To love makes one solitary."

"I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?"

"'Come! your presence will either give me life or kill me with pleasure.'"

"Fools have a habit of believing that everything written by a famous author is admirable. For my part I read only to please myself and like only what suits my taste."

"'To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin
That makes calamity of so long life'"

"'There warn't anybody at the church, except maybe a hog or two, for there warn't any lock on the door, and hogs likes a puncheon floor in summer-time because it's cool. If you notice, most folks don't go to church only when they've got to; but a hog is different.'"

"You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler."

"This is what I mean when I say I would like to swim against the stream of time: I would like to erase the consequences of certain events and restore an initial condition. But every moment of my life brings with it an accumulation of new facts, and each of these new facts bring with it consequences; so the more I seek to return to the zero moment from which I set out, the further I move away from it"

"'The book I'm looking for," says the blurred figure, who holds out a volume similar to yours, "is the one that gives the sense of the world after the end of the world, the sense that the world is the end of everything that there is in the world, that the only thing there is in the world is the end of the world.'"

"How well I would write if I were not here!"