Anne Sconberg > Anne's Quotes

“Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.”
― Mark Twain

“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”
― Lewis Carroll

“Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
Alice: I don't much care where.
The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go.
Alice: ...So long as I get somewhere.
The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“The Mad Hatter: "Would you like some wine?"
Alice: "Yes..."
The Mad Hatter: "We haven't any and you're too young.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

“It was much pleasanter at home," thought poor Alice, "when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down the rabbit-hole--and yet--and yet--...”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“Which way you ought to go depends on where you want to get to...”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“If it had grown up, it would have made a dreadfully ugly child; but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“Of course it is,’ said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to everything
that Alice said; ‘there’s a large mustard-mine near here. And the moral
of that is– “The more there is of mine, the less there is of yours.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“I almost wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit-hole—and yet—and yet—it's rather curious, you know, this sort of life!”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

“Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

“You’re mad, bonkers, completely off your head. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.”
― Lewis Carroll

“meaning in it," said the King, "that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. Let the jury consider their verdict.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

“I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly; “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking Glass

“People say graffiti is ugly, irresponsible and childish... but that's only if it's done properly.”
― Banksy, Wall and Piece

“Perhaps it is not-being that is the true state, and all our dream of life is inexistent; but, if so, we feel that these phrases of music, these conceptions which exist in relation to our dream, must be nothing either. We shall perish, but we have as hostages these divine captives who will follow and share our fate. And death in their company is somehow less bitter, less inglorious, perhaps even less probable.”
― Marcel Proust

“And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

“When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls...bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory”
― Marcel Proust

“This was many years ago. The staircase wall on which I saw the rising glimmer of his candle has long since ceased to exist. In me, too, many things have been destroyed that I thought were bound to last forever and new ones have formed that have given birth to new sorrows and joys which I could not have foreseen then, just as the old ones have been difficult for me to understand. It was a very long time ago, too, that my father ceased to be able to say to Mama, “Go with the boy.” The possibility of such hours will never be reborn for me.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

“But should a sensation from the distant past-like those musical instruments that record and preserve the sound and style of the various artists who played them-enable our memory to make us hear that name with the particular tone it then had for our ears, even if the name seems not to have changed, we can still feel the distance between the various dreams which its unchanging syllables evoked for us in turn. For a second, rehearing the warbling from some distant springtime, we can extract from it, as from the little tubes of color used in painting, the precise tint-forgotten, mysterious, and fresh-of the days we thought we remembered when, like bad painters, we were in fact spreading our whole past on a single canvas and painting it with the conventional monochrome of voluntary memory.”
― Marcel Proust, The Guermantes Way

“The truth, even more, is that life is perpetually weaving fresh threads which link one individual and one event to another, and that these threads are crossed and recrossed, doubled and redoubled to thicken the web, so that between any slightest point of our past and all the others a rich network of memories gives us an almost infinite variety of communicating paths to choose from.”
― Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, Volume VI

“And so it is with our own past. It is a labour in vain to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect. And as for that object, it depends on chance whether we come upon it or not before we ourselves must die.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

“Yet a single sound, a single scent, already heard or breathed long ago, may once again, both in the present and the past, be real without being present, ideal without being abstract, as soon as the permanent and habitually hidden essence of things is liberated, and our true self, which may sometimes have seemed to be long dead, but never was entirely, is re-awoken and re-animated when it receives the heavenly food that is brought to it.”
― Marcel Proust, Time Regained

“Each time you happen to me all over again.”
― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

“Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.”
― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

“She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.”
― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

“We shall hurt others less. Isn't it, after all, what you always wanted?”
― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

“In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs;”
― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

“individual destiny is to a large extent defined, and human potential frequently circumscribed, by social conventions as ephemeral as they are ‘‘inscrutable.”
― Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence