Lost Quotes
It is possible, however, that the artist is both thin-skinned and prophetic and, like the canary lowered into the mine shaft to test the air, has caught a whiff of something lethal.
Wasn't growing catnip in one's yard the kitty equivalent of giving candy to children?
The only way that we can protect each other is if we are together. If we face things together. If we trust each other.
The inertia of a jungle village is a dangerous thing. Before you know it your whole life has slipped by and you are still waiting there.
I would so hate to be a first-person character! Always on your guard, always having people read your thoughts!
All choices are fraught with peril, but inaction is the most perilous of all.
I didn't feel sad or happy. I didn't feel proud or ashamed. I only felt that in spite of all the things I'd done wrong, in getting myself here, I'd done right.
Searching for a lost city is a particularly European obsession.
Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.
Although personally, I think cyberspace means the end of our species.
Leo: I'm almost out of gas! Woah, that came out wrong. I meant the burning kind!
There’s more to honesty than … than an arrangement of words. They say faeries can’t lie, but you lie in your intentions, your attitude, your demeanor —
What's that supposed to mean? A wolf's head on a stick. Big wolf barbecue tonight? Bring your own wolf?
Excuse me, Captain. Are you two going to weep salty tears of admiration over a helmet all night, or do we have matters to discuss?
Previous journeys had taught me the danger of taking too much stuff.
A man who embarks on a journey must know when to end it.
It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.
We’re all just ingredients. What matters is the grace with which you cook the meal.
You can point to the alleged miracles of the Bible, or any other religious text, but they are nothing but old stories fabricated by man and then exaggerated over time.
The rain of Madre de Dios is similar to that of the Amazon, but there is a petrifying aspect to it, as if it seeks to wound rather than to nurture.
He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.
If those we love visit us when we dream, those who torment us almost always visit us when we're still awake.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:They are the ground, the books, the academes, From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
I have wrought my simple planIf I give one hour of joyTo the boy who’s half a man, Or the man who’s half a boy.
She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.
To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be, it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
I believe there is a kind of happiness to be found in every thing in life, in all that is good and pleasing, as well as in that which is sad or poignant.
The bent head, the averted eye, the faltering voice, the wincing figure- these, and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply, are the true signals of passion.
...it seemed marriage by its very design was meant to seek out love and destroy it.
I am troubled, immeasurablyby your eyes. I am struck by the featherof your soft reply.The sound of glassspeaks quick, disdainand concealswhat your eyes fightto explain.
Never durst a poet touch a pen to writeUntil his ink was tempered with love's sighs.
In the holy solipsism of the youngNow I can't walk thru a citystreet w/out eying eachsingle pedestrian. I feelthier vibe thru myskin, the hair on my neck--- it rises.
Come on then, I will swear to study soTo know the thing I am forbid to know- Berowne
BEROWNE: What time o' day?ROSALINE: The hour that fools should ask.
These were the tales that echoed in the head long after the books that contained them were cast aside.
It felt now as if I'd never known them and I couldn't know them again. It seemed to me that whatever had existed back in the place where I'd grown up was so far away now, impossible to retrieve.
Sometimes it's hard to see the rainbow when there's been endless days of rain.
She knew him in that way you can only know a person as a child. Like if you cracked away the adult shell, you'd find that child, happily sitting inside, smiling at you.
Is this love? Does love need to hurt this much? Or is this a forced kind of love that slaughters all involved?
The stories in books hate the stories contained in newspapers.
It was then I thought of Corsica, the place we had discovered together. I craved the wind, the sun and salt, the simplicity of the island.
I felt like Dirty Harry, only, my weapon wasn’t as big as his! I don’t know what it is with guns, but once you’ve got your hand on one, you think you’re one of the untouchables.
Only a man who has his health, a full stomach and wears clean clothes would ever entertain the notion of tracking down the greatest lost city on Earth.
