Elizabeth von Arnim Quotes
Out would come another star, winking at me over the white shoulder of the Rothorn. Round me stood the mountains, exquisite examples of peace— A world above man’s head, to let him see How boundless might his soul’s horizons be— and here was I, minding because guests went into their bedrooms and told each other I had five children. Well, so I had. Nothing could possibly be more true. How vast, yet of what clear transparency— and minding because they said I was forty, which I certainly would be some day, if I went on living at the rate I was doing. How it were good to abide there and be free— The fact was, I reflected, my eyes on the glittering slopes of the Weisshorn, we were all too close together, and my guests, being of one family, only made this closeness worse. The remedy—it burst upon me suddenly in a flash,—was not to waste my serenity vainly longing for the guests I had to go, but to invite yet more of them. Unrelated ones.
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To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.
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He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
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One puts off the biography like you put off death. To write an autobiography is to etch the words on your own gravestone.
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You aren't going to leave me alone are you?
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I haven't been hit since Leon Spinks hit me in '92.
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I'm one of the best condensers in the business.
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The more vile the thing that's said about me, the less it affects me. It doesn't bother me at all.
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You see a virus very differently when it's caught and suspended on a slab of glass than when you're observing how it's ravaged a fellow human being.
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Pubescent girls, it seems, are manifestly more likely to exhibit extreme and bizarre psychological symptoms than are teenage boys.
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I'm a visual writer, so it's fitting that my first brush with 'Red Queen' was an image. I had the idea of a teenage girl in an arena, a bit like 'Gladiator,' and she's about to be executed. But instead of being killed, she kills her executioner with lightning.
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I spent my teens and early 20s shopping almost exclusively at thrift stores.
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I will be Chateaubriand or nothing.
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As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers
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Book publishing was never a heaven 'run by editors', and it is by no means today a hell 'run by accountants.' If our 'sole interest' was 'instant profit,' not only would we never do any number of the things we actually do every day, we probably wouldn’t be in book publishing at all.
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«We have to manufacture machines that allow us to continue manufacturing machines, because what machines will never do is to manufacture machines in turn.»
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Much there is I can stand. Most things not easy to sufferI bear with quiet resolve, just as a God commands it.Only a few things I find as repugnant as snakes and poison.These four: tobacco smoke, bedbugs and garlic and Christ.
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P. 25-26.
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La gente dice que el coyote es un brujo. Muchas veces el brujo es un coyote.
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People love that you're human and that we're frail and we face the same situations. Honesty tends to communicate with people better than standing up there like you have an 'S' on your chest.
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When you go with individuals who have violated the Constitution in any fashion, you have sold your soul to them.
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I believe the poet shouldn't be in the poem at all except as a lens or as ears.
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The truth is I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't. When they found this out, they would blame me for disillusioning them and fooling them.
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Out would come another star, winking at me over the white shoulder of the Rothorn. Round me stood the mountains, exquisite examples of peace— A world above man’s head, to let him see How boundless might his soul’s horizons be— and here was I, minding because guests went into their bedrooms and told each other I had five children. Well, so I had. Nothing could possibly be more true. How vast, yet of what clear transparency— and minding because they said I was forty, which I certainly would be some day, if I went on living at the rate I was doing. How it were good to abide there and be free— The fact was, I reflected, my eyes on the glittering slopes of the Weisshorn, we were all too close together, and my guests, being of one family, only made this closeness worse. The remedy—it burst upon me suddenly in a flash,—was not to waste my serenity vainly longing for the guests I had to go, but to invite yet more of them. Unrelated ones.
