Kate White > Kate's Quotes

“There is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself.”
― Raymond Chandler, Long Goodbye

“We can shoot rockets into space but we can't cure anger or discontent. ”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

“A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers. Everyone takes what he wants or can from it and thus changes it to his measure. Some pick out parts and reject the rest, some strain the story through their mesh of prejudice, some paint it with their own delight. A story must have some points of contact with the reader to make him feel at home in it. Only then can he accept wonders.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

“Failure is a state of mind. It's like one of those sand traps an ant lion digs. You keep sliding back. Takes one hell of a jump to get out of it.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

“People living alone get used to loneliness.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

“Intentions, good or bad, are not enough. There's luck or fate or something else that takes over...”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

“This is what opportunity brings with it. It's the self-determination of man. Every man in the course of his life eternal life undergoes countless changes and has to appear once in this worlds as a thief in certain periods of his activity.”
― Jaroslav Hašek, The Good Soldier Švejk

“What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared?”
― Mikhail Bulgakov

“Punch a man on the nose, kick an old man downstairs, shoot somebody or any old thing like that, that’s my job. But argue with women in love—no thank you!”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“Свежесть бывает только одна - первая, она же и последная.”
― Bulgakov M.A., Мастер и Маргарита. Белая гвардия

“A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many. It changes not only in growing light toward zenith and decline again, but in texture and mood, in tone and meaning, warped by a thousand factors of season, of heat or cold, of still or multi winds, torqued by odors, tastes, and the fabrics of ice or grass, of bud or leaf or black-drawn naked limbs. And as a day changes so do its subjects, bugs and birds, cates, dogs, butterflies and people.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent