Literature Quotes
That's what sofas are for: sit down, drink a cup of tea, talk of literature. At least that's how I see it.
These two oo in "book" are like the two eyes of a reader who fell in love with a story.
Read the great books, gentlemen, ” Mr. Monte said one day. “Just the great ones. Ignore the others. There’s not enough time.
It appeared that the swift wings of their desires would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.
literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to make fun of people.
Wriggling around, two fingers deep in my back end like some teenage boy unsure what he should be tugging at inside his girlfriend’s nether region I wrestled a fifty free.
Propping up a seat at the bar we devour chicken wings like life does dreams
She's right. We would compose poems about love and tell stories that have been heard in some form before. But it would be our first time feeling and telling.
She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose.
People who want to change everything in the world but never think of changing themselves are clapping with one palm.
Real poetry is art at its purest sense. It is never a commodity, but a breath of eternity.
It is difficult when reading the description of certain fictional characters not at the same time to imagine the real-life acquaintances who they most closely, if often unexpectedly, resemble.
That was always my fear, that perhaps books would lead me astray, teaching me about a life that didn’t match reality.
Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.
The man is in his work, read it if you want to know about him.
It's a special form of scholarly neurosis, ´ said Camel. 'He's no longer able to distinguish between life and literature.´
He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.
To jump over centuries In one step is impossible. Jump too high or far, You’ll be way too late.
Vandals listen only when others are stronger.If vandals are equal or strongerTheir word is the last word.
If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.
When everything hurries everywhere, nothing goes anywhere.
There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.
There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.
Although personal calling I sense, Who am I? even if I am, I don't know.
Unjustified ambition kills value, Kills someone else's desire to fly, Cuts their wings, sucks their air.If there is nothing else, it eats its own life.
