Quotes Wall: His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman


 

Then Lyra gave a cry so passionate that even in that muffled, mist-hung world it raised an echo, but of course it wasn’t an echo, it was the other part of her crying in turn from the land of the living as Lyra moved away into the land of the dead. “My heart, Will …” she groaned, and clung to him, her wet face contorted with pain. And thus the prophecy that the Master of Jordan College had made to the Librarian, that Lyra would make a great betrayal and it would hurt her terribly, was fulfilled.

 

“We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not,” said the witch, “or die of despair.” 

 

“I told him I was going to betray you, and betray Lyra, and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness…. I wanted him to find no good in me and he didn’t. There is none. But I love Lyra. Where did this love come from? I don’t know; it came to me like a thief in the night, and now I love her so much my heart is bursting with it. All I could hope was that my crimes were so monstrous that the love was no bigger than a mustard seed in the shadow of them, and I wished I’d committed even greater ones to hide it more deeply still…”

 

And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.

 

The intentions of a tool are what it does. A hammer intends to strike, a vise intends to hold fast, a lever intends to lift. They are what it is made for. But sometimes a tool may have other uses that you don’t know. Sometimes in doing what you intend, you also do what the knife intends, without knowing.

 

“For a human being, nothing comes naturally,” said Grumman. “We have to learn everything we do.”

– quotes from “His Dark Materials” by Philip Pullman

 


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Quotes Wall: Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach


 

Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect. -And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.

 

Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.

 

“Your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip,” Jonathan would say, other times, “is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can see. Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body, too.”

 

He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.

 

You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way.

 

To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is, you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived.

 

You have to practice and see the real gull, the good in every one of them, and to help them see it in themselves.
That’s what I mean by love.

 

Overcome space, and all we have left is Here.
Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.

 

We choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome.

 

– quotes from “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” by Richard Bach

 


Quotes Wall: Leaves of grass by Walt Whitman Part 2


 

To court destruction with taunts, with invitations!
To ascend, to leap to the heavens of the love indicated to
me!
To rise thither with my inebriate soul!
To be lost if it must be so!
To feed the remainder of life with one hour of fulness
and freedom!
With one brief hour of madness and joy.

 

Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to
follow?
[…]
All waits undream’d of in that region, that inaccessible
land.

 

I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is
certain one way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d,
Yet out of that I have written these songs.)

 

Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe,
Return in peace to the ocean my love,
I too am a part of that ocean my love, we are not so much
separated

 

O shades of night – O moody, tearful night!

 

The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep
and restoring darkness.

 

The question, O me! so sad, recurring – What good amid
these, O me, O life?
answer
That you are here – that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute
a verse.

 

O you fables spurning the known, eluding the hold of
the known, mounting to heaven!
You lofty and dazzling towers, pinnacled, red as roses,
burnish’d with gold!
Towers of fables immortal fashion’d from mortal
dreams!
You too I welcome and fully the same as the rest!
You too with joy I sing.

 

Proud music of the storm

 

I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain

 

– quotes from “Leaves of grass” by Walt Whitman

 


Quotes Wall: The Angel’s Game by Zafòn


 

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.

 

Human beings believe just as they breathe – in order to survive.

 

I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling. 

 

Literature, at least good literature, is science tempered with the blood of art. Like architecture or music.

 

Justice is a rare illness in a world that is otherwise a picture of health.

 

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts?
They can only
really break once the rest is just scratches.

 

The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the
trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is
only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.

 

It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.

 

– quotes from “The Angel’s Game” by Carlos Ruiz Zafòn

 


Quotes Wall: The Shadow of the Wind by Zafòn


 

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of
the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and
dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time
someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and
strengthens. 

 

Memories are worse than bullets.

 

I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

 

Those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with
words.

 

The most efficient way of rendering the poor harmless is to teach
them to want to imitate the rich.

 

In this world the only opinion that holds court is prejudice.

 

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.

 

Destiny is usually just around the corner.
Like a thief, a hooker,
or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications.
But
what destiny does not do is home visits.
You have to go for it.

 

Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it’s an
intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what
we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all
our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce
by the day.

 

– quotes from “The Shadow of the Wind” by Carlos Ruiz Zafòn

 


Quotes Wall: 1984 George Orwell


 

He who controls the past controls the future.
He who controls the present controls the past.

 

Doublethink means the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them.

 

For, after all, how do we know that two and two make four?
Or that the force of gravity works?
Or that the past is unchangeable?
If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind,
and if the mind itself is controllable – what then? 

 

Orthodoxy means not thinking–not needing to think.
Orthodoxy is unconsciousness. 

 

The object of persecution is persecution.
The object of torture is torture.
The object of power is power. 

 

Until they became conscious they will never rebel,
and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.

 

In the face of pain there are no heroes. 

 

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If
that is granted, all else follows.

 

– quotes from “1984” by George Orwell


Quotes Wall: Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu


if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die – die, sweetly die – into mine.

 

You are mine, you shall be mine,
you and I are one for ever.

 

But to die as lovers may –
to die together, so that they may live together. 

 

Love will have its sacrifices.
No sacrifice without blood.

 

You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature. 

 

– quotes from “Carmilla” by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu