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When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark: But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.
Lewis Carroll
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Photography is my one recreation and I think it should be done well.
Lewis Carroll
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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.
Lewis Carroll
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She's stark raving mad!
Lewis Carroll
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Magnitudes are algebraically represented by letter, men by men of letters, and so on.
Lewis Carroll
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Not as in rest she bowed, But large hot tears were coursing down her cheek. And her low-panted sobs broke awefully Upon the sleeping echoes of the night.
Lewis Carroll
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I don't see how he can ever finish, if he doesn't begin.
Lewis Carroll
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Fury said to a mousethat he met in the houselet us both go to law; I will prosecute youlet there be no denial; come, we must have a trialfor really, this morning, I've nothing to dosuch a trial, dear sir, said the mouse to the curwithout jury or judge would be wasting our breathI'll be judge, I'll be jurysaid cunning old furyI'll try the whole cause and condemn youto death.
Lewis Carroll
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Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are!
Lewis Carroll
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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.
Lewis Carroll
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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.
Lewis Carroll
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Alice: "How long is forever?" White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second."
Lewis Carroll
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It takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!
Lewis Carroll
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One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it-- it was the black kitten's fault entirely.
Lewis Carroll
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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!'
Lewis Carroll
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I try to believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast. Count them, Alice. One, there are drinks that make you shrink. Two, there are foods that make you grow. Three, animals can talk. Four, cats can disappear. Five, there is a place called Underland. Six, I can slay the Jabberwocky.
Lewis Carroll
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Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round.
Lewis Carroll
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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!
Lewis Carroll
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A thick stick in one's hand makes people respectful.
Lewis Carroll
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Now that's a thing I WILL NOT STAND, And so I tell you flat.
Lewis Carroll
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I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?
Lewis Carroll
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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.'
Lewis Carroll
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Do you suppose she's a wildflower?
Lewis Carroll
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When, as a child, I first opened my eyes on a Sunday-morning, a feeling of dismal anicipation, which began at least on the Friday,culminated. I knew what was before me, and my wish, if not my word, was "Would God it were evening!" It was no day of rest, but a day of texts, of catechisms Watts, of tracts about converted swearers, godly charwomen, and edifying deaths of sinners saved.... There was but one rosy spot, in the distance, all that day: and that was "bed-time," which never could come too early!
Lewis Carroll
