Lewis Carroll Quotes
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I believe this thought, of the possibility of death - if calmly realised, and steadily faced would be one of the best possible tests as to our going to any scene of amusement being right or wrong. If the thought of sudden death acquires, for you, a special horror when imagined as happening in a theatre, then be very sure the theatre is harmful for you, however harmless it may be for others; and that you are incurring a deadly peril in going.
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Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.
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If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be it would. You see?
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Yet still to choose a brat like you, To haunt a man of forty-two, Was no great compliment!'
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If doubtful whether to end with 'yours faithfully', or 'yours truly', or 'your most truly', &c. (there are at least a dozen varieties, before you reach 'yours affectionately'), refer to your correspondent’s last letter, and make your winding-up at least as friendly as his: in fact, even if a shade more friendly, it will do no harm!
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She felt a little nervous about this; 'for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.
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Last night we owned, with looks forlorn, 'Too well the scholar knows There is no rose without a thorn' - But peace is made! We sing, this morn, 'No thorn without a rose!' Our Latin lesson is complete: We've learned that Love is Bitter-Sweet!
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In proceeding to the dining-room, the gentleman gives one arm to the lady he escorts--it is unusual to offer both.
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She's stark raving mad!
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In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?
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The air is bright with hues of light And rich with laughter and with singing: Young hearts beat high in ecstasy, And banners wave, and bells are ringing: But silence falls with fading day, And there's an end to mirth and play. Ah, well-a-day!
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I don't see how he can ever finish, if he doesn't begin.
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A thick stick in one's hand makes people respectful.
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It was for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.
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Where do you come from? And where are you going? Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.
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Magnitudes are algebraically represented by letter, men by men of letters, and so on.
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Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are!
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Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back - Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals!Fill all the air with hungry wails - 'Reward us, ere we think or write! Without your Gold mere Knowledge fails To sate the swinish appetite!'
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I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
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An island-farm - broad seas of corn Stirred by the wandering breath of morn - The happy spot where I was born.
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'You have no mind to be unkind,' Said echo in her ear: 'No mind to bring a living thing To suffering or fear. For all that's bad, or mean or sad, you have no mind, my dear.'
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I'm getting rather hoarse, I fear, After so much reciting: So, if you don't object, my dear, We'll try a glass of bitter beer - I think it looks inviting.
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'True love gives true love of the best: Then take,' I cried, 'my heart to thee!' The very heart from out my breast I plucked, I gave it willingly; Her very heart she gave to me - Then died the glory from the west.In the gray light I saw her face, And it was withered, old, and gray; The flowers were fading in their place, Were fading with the fading day.
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I NEVER loved a dear Gazelle – Nor anything that cost me much: High prices profit those who sell, but why should I be fond of such?