If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.
A great nose may be an index
Of a great soul
The best way to become acquainted with a subject is to write about it.
If you want to find out if someone is a true bookworm or not, give them a thousand page novel and see what happens.
When you walk,go different roads that take you nowhere,and see your world.
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.
The commercial work of today is the classics of tomorrow.
Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.
…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible - magic to make the sanest man go mad.
Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?
Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.
Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.
But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures. We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days.
My idea of good company is the company of clever, well-informed people who have a great deal of conversation; that is what I call good company.
…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat - coward!
Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one - so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim - the greater man.
But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well - for your own son’s death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels - I’ve lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men -
I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me: and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the hum
of human cities torture.
Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought
Mega biblion, mega kakon (Big book, big evil)
O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)
nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose
Express yourself, Express your life, Express the Moment, Live the life.
When extremists come together extreme things happen.
Let them Teach,Let them learn,let them pray,for the world is theirs.
Change the world so that nothing else is changed.
The Question is actually the answer
It is in the elements that we found ourselves; even though the elements are not the same today.
it's not about what to think,it's about how to think.
Life is something that no one can teach you,You have to learn it.
Enjoy the tiny unexplainable second. You can learn whatever you want.
Time is going really faster than you think. That second just passed now, get up, pack the bag, get lost…
Every time when you think,Think about every first 20 seconds of your best Moments in your life time.
Even though we all know something,There is a lot more to it.
In the deep Mysteries of the world, their belong time, still unexplored and to be explored.
All books are divisible into two classes: the books of the hours, and the books of all Time.
I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.
I do not mean to object to a thorough knowledge of the famous works we read. I object only to the interminable comments and bewildering criticisms that teach but one thing: there are as many opinions as there are men.
Every new book we read in our brief and busy lives means that a classic is left unread.
She was nothing more than a mere good-tempered, civil and obliging Young Woman; as such we could scarcely dislike her - she was only an Object of Contempt
I can't help suspecting, that there is, or may be some regurgitation from the bath into the cistern of the pump. In that case, what a felicate beveridge is quaffed by the drinkers; medicated with the sweat and the dirt, and dandriff; and the abominable of various kinds, from twenty different diseased bodies, parboiling in the kettle below.
I’ve always found that the better the book I’m reading, the smarter I feel, or, at least, the more able I am to imagine that I might, someday, become smarter.
Read books. As often as you can. Mostly classics.
By reading older books we get a taste of the conversation of Heaven.
A classic is read not to enjoy but only to be boast about it.
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.
The elements are a way to define what abstract is; and abstract is a taught as like any other than ,what to think? and how to think? and you may begin..
Ask not the elves for advice, because they will tell you both 'yes' and 'no'.
Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart.
Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known
It is well known how the monks wrote silly lives of Catholic Saints over the manuscripts on which the classical works of ancient heathendom had been written.
In order to witness clearly the march of humanity from its inception to the present moment, an understanding of how humankind has held encounter with the divine as central is crucial. Ancient humanity provides us with an excellent laboratory for gaining such an understanding.
Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.
You, you insolent brazen bitch - you really dare to shake that monstrous spear in Father’s face?
Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow. During the waning moon, I cradle Homer’s 'Odyssey' as if it were the sweet body of a woman.
I shall never be converted, and I shall remain true to my old religion of the classics until my life's end.
I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
Read the great books, gentlemen,” Mr. Monte said one day. “Just the great ones. Ignore the others. There’s not enough time.
Poirot, watching him, felt suddenly a doubt-an uncomfortable twinge. Was there, here, something that he had missed? Some richness of the spirit? Sadness crept over him. Yes, he should have become acquainted with the classics. Long ago. Now, alas, it was too late....