Daria C > Daria's Quotes

“I've heard rumors; the world is starving, but we're well fed. Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much?”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“The books are to remind us what asses and fool we are. They're Caeser's praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, "Remember, Caeser, thou art mortal." Most of us can't rush around, talking to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book. Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Stuff your eyes with wonder. Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that . Shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea-coast, I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real goddess in my eyes, as long as she took no notice of me. I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return - the sweetest of all imaginable looks. And what did I do? I confess it with shame - shrunk icily into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and farther; till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake, persuaded her mamma to decamp. By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“I wish I could hold you,' she continued, bitterly, 'till we were both dead! I shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, "That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I are going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!" Will you say so, Heathcliff?”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine."
~Heathcliff”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“I was weeping as much for him as her: we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“I'm weary of enduring now,' I replied; 'and I'd be glad of a retaliation that wouldn't recoil on myself; but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights: Includes eBook, Library Edition

“I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.”
― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

“It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.”
― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

“And that's a poor love of yours that cannot bear a shower of snow!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“In every cloud, in every tree – filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“the look on his wife’s face had been, more than anything else, one of overwhelming relief. It was not that Beatrice had believed all would be well once he had arrived; but his presence had made all the difference to her.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant

“A couple may claim to be bonded by love, but we boatmen may see instead resentment, anger, even hatred. Or a great barrenness. Sometimes a fear of loneliness and nothing more.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant

“I'm wondering if without our memories, there's nothing for it but for our love to fade and die.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro

“With this mist upon us, any memory's a precious thing and we'd best hold tight to it.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant

“I don’t take up arms against strangers on rumor or for their foreign blood. And it seems to me you’re unable to give good cause for taking against him.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant

“What kind of god is it, sir, wishes wrongs to go forgotten and unpunished?”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant

“I was wondering, princess. Could it be our love would never have grown so strong down the years had the mist not robbed us the way it did? Perhaps it allowed old wounds to heal.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, The Buried Giant

“Не позичай нікому і ні в кого;

Бо, даючи у борг, втрачаєш часто

І гроші, й друга; беручи ж у борг,

Чуття ощадності помалу тупиш.

А над усе — будь чесний сам з собою,

І з цього випливе, як ніч із дня,

Що ти ні з ким душею не покривиш.”
― Вільям Шекспір, Гамлет

“Багатий впав — і друзі геть від нього,

Бідак піднявсь — і друзі край порога.”
― Вільям Шекспір, Гамлет

“Міша навіть не любив солодкого, але цукор у каві чи в чаї був йому потрібен, як щось таке в житті, за що тримаєшся без роздумів і що просто робиш, бо треба робити хоч щось, коли насправді зовсім не знаєш, що робити, — і з цього потім врешті й складається саме життя.”
― Катерина Бабкіна, Мій дід танцював краще за всіх

“[...] одного дня цукор знову зовсім несподівано закінчувався, як правило, саме в такий день, коли здохнути трошки хотілося ще із самого ранку, а якщо запивав це відчуття кавою без цукру — вдома, — або кавою з кав'ярні — поганою, — хотілося вже зовсім сильно.”
― Катерина Бабкіна, Мій дід танцював краще за всіх

“Коля нічого від нього не хотів, як сам Міша не хотів ні від кого нічого. І зараз він як ніколи був близький до того, щоби і від себе самого нічого нарешті не хотіти й ні за чим не шукати.”
― Kateryna Babkina, Мій дід танцював краще за всіх

“Я знаю людей, які творили зло для того, щоб у майбутніх століттях воно обернулося добром, або яке виявило себе добром у часи колишні. Розглянуті під цим кутом зору, всі наші діяння є справедливими, але водночас і цілком незначущими.”
― Хорхе Луїс Борхес

“Смерть (або думка про неї) робить життя людини дорогоцінним і наповнює його високими почуттями. Знаючи про ефемерність свого існування, люди й поводяться відповідно; кожен вчинок, який вони здійснюють, може стати останнім; немає такого обличчя, що рано або пізно не зникне, як зникають обличчя, побачені уві сні.”
― Хорхе Луїс Борхес

“Всяка доля, хоч би якою тривалою і складною вона була, реально дорівнює одному моментові; це той момент, коли людина усвідомлює раз і назавжди, хто вона є.”
― Хорхе Луїс Борхес