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  • #1
    Albert Einstein
    “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #2
    Frank Zappa
    “So many books, so little time.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #3
    Jane Austen
    “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #4
    Groucho Marx
    “Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.”
    Groucho Marx, The Essential Groucho: Writings For By And About Groucho Marx

  • #5
    Mark Twain
    “Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.”
    Mark Twain

  • #6
    Douglas Adams
    “I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
    Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time

  • #7
    Garrison Keillor
    “Anyone who thinks sitting in church can make you a Christian must also think that sitting in a garage can make you a car.”
    Garrison Keillor

  • #8
    “Whenever I feel the need to exercise, I lie down until it goes away.”
    Paul Terry

  • #9
    Douglas Adams
    “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
    Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

  • #10
    Maya Angelou
    “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
    Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

  • #11
    Ernest Hemingway
    “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #12
    Toni Morrison
    “If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
    Toni Morrison

  • #13
    Edmund Spenser
    “And he that strives to touch the stars
    Oft stumbles at a straw.”
    Edmund Spenser, The Shepherd's Calendar: Twelve Aeglogues Proportionable To The Twelve Months

  • #14
    Edmund Spenser
    “Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,
    These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?
    The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde,
    All as I were through the body gryde.
    My ragged rontes all shiver and shake,
    As doen high Towers in an earthquake:
    They wont in the wind wagge their wrigle tailes,
    Perke as Peacock: but nowe it auales.”
    Edmund Spenser, The Shepherd's Calendar and Other Poems
    tags: winter

  • #15
    Edmund Spenser
    “For whatsoever from one place doth fall,
    Is with the tide unto an other brought:
    For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.”
    Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene

  • #16
    Edmund Spenser
    “For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.”
    Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene

  • #17
    Edmund Spenser
    “So furiously each other did assayle,
    As if their soules they would attonce haue rent
    Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle
    Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent;
    That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent,
    And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore,
    Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent,
    So mortall was their malice and so sore,
    Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore.”
    Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene, Books Three and Four

  • #18
    Edmund Spenser
    “There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought.

    (No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca)”
    Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene, Book Five

  • #19
    Edmund Spenser
    “What though the sea with waves continuall
    Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ;
    Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought :
    For whatsoever from one place doth fall
    Is with the tyde unto another brought :
    For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.”
    Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene

  • #20
    Edmund Spenser
    My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To Fire

    My love is like to ice, and I to fire;
    How comes it then that this her cold so great
    Is not dissolv'd through my so hot desire,
    But harder grows the more I her entreat?
    Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
    Is not delay’d by her heart-frozen cold;
    But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
    And feel my flames augmented manifold!
    What more miraculous thing may be told,
    That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice;
    And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold,
    Should kindle fire by wonderful device!
    Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
    That it can alter all the course of kind.”
    Edmund Spenser, Amoretti And Epithalamion

  • #21
    Edmund Spenser
    “Ah! when will this long weary day have end,
    And lende me leave to come unto my love?

    - Epithalamion”
    Edmund Spenser, Amoretti And Epithalamion

  • #22
    Edmund Spenser
    “Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life.”
    Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene, Book Two

  • #23
    Orhan Pamuk
    “I don't want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning.”
    Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

  • #24
    Orhan Pamuk
    “The first thing I learned at school was that some people are idiots; the second thing I learned was that some are even worse.”
    Orhan Pamuk, Istanbul: Memories and the City

  • #25
    Orhan Pamuk
    “Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.”
    Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

  • #26
    Orhan Pamuk
    “Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow. ”
    Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

  • #27
    Orhan Pamuk
    “Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?”
    Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red
    tags: love

  • #28
    Orhan Pamuk
    “My unhappiness protects me from life.”
    Orhan Pamuk

  • #29
    Orhan Pamuk
    “There are two kind of men,' said Ka, in a didatic voice. 'The first kind does not fall in love until he's seen how the girls eats a sandwich, how she combs her hair, what sort of nonsense she cares about, why she's angry at her father, and what sort of stories people tell about her. The second type of man -- and I am in this category -- can fall in love with a woman only if he knows next to nothing about her.”
    Orhan Pamuk, Snow

  • #30
    Orhan Pamuk
    “As much as I live I shall not imitate them or hate myself for being different to them”
    Orhan Pamuk, Snow



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