Share your favourite literary quote

[SheHasAWildHeart]

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
~ Hamlet, William Shakespeare

This is so sad and so beautifully written, from In Memoriam by Tennyson:

DARK house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,

A hand that can be clasp’d no more—

Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep

At earliest morning to the door.

He is not here; but far away

The noise of life begins again,

And ghastly thro’ the drizzling rain

On the bald street breaks the blank day.

X post with Tennyson! :)

Ooh, Tennyson jinx, Enchanted!

"You can't write out voices. All I can say about your voice is that it is so familiar to me that I cannot perceive the world except with your voice framing the edges of my vision. It is on the horizon and under my feet". - The Book of Daniel by E.L Doctorow.

And Alice in Wonderland. I have this on the wall in our hallway:

“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

Keith "Mr Palmer is so droll... He is always out of humour."

Loving this thread, also

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars

Oscar wilde

He sat in the half upright. ‘I tink,’ he reflected, ‘I tink I’ll bronze me limbs.’ He rolled his trousers kneewards revealing the like of two thin white hairy affairs of the leg variety. He eyed them with obvious dissatisfaction. After examining them he spoke out aloud. ‘Holy God! Wot are dese den? Eh?’ He looked around for an answer. ‘Wot are dey?’ he repeated angrily. ‘Legs.’ ‘Legs? LEGS? Whose legs?’ ‘Yours.’ ‘Mine? And who are you?’ ‘The Author.’ ‘Author? Author? Did you write these legs?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, I don’t like dem. I don’t like ’em at all at all. I could ha’ writted better legs meself. Did you write your legs?’ ‘No.’ ‘Ahhh. Sooo! You got some one else to write your legs, some one who’s a good leg writer and den you write dis pair of crappy old legs fer me, well mister, it’s not good enough.’ ‘I’ll try and develop them with the plot.’ ‘It’s a dia-bo-likal liberty lettin’ an untrained leg writer loose on an unsuspectin’ human bean like me.’
Spike Milligan

Another favourite -

"Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing." from To Kill a Mockingbird.

Another Rebecca:

Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.

To remain silent and indifferent is the greatest sin of all -Elie Wiesel

"Oh! my Daddy, my Daddy!" - The Railway Children

Brings a tear to my eye every time and I don't cry

Another from the Great Gatsby "I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life".

MrsLeigh I sob at that quote. In fact I sob all the way through 'The Railway Children' . I have only read the book twice but we had it on a record when I was small. Persons observing me whilst watching the film have felt that I need medical assistance.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
And babble the same speech without need of meaning....

A Dedication To My Wife - T.S.Eliot

A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now, that's a question.”

Neil Gaiman, Stardust.

"I am no bird , no net ensnares me I am a free being with an independent will"

Jane eyre

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words and never stops at all "

Emily dickinson

love this thread

'They fuck you up,your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you'

Phillip Larkin

It's a full time job being poor.

John Connolly, The Wolf In Winter.

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned." - William Congreve

Worst fears realised darling Seth and Reuben too send gumboots

Best telegram in literature from Cold Comfort Farm

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

Late Fragment, Raymond Carver