Best 5099 quotes in «literature quotes» category

You have to make it happen.

You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back.

You must avoid sloth, that wicked siren.

You must consider the bottom line, but make it integrity before profits.

You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.

You never find an Englishman among the under-dogs except in England, of course.

You never seem to hear about psychic occult attack in spiritual literature. This knowledge has been conveniently forgotten.

You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play.

Your best friend and worst enemy are both in this room right now. It's not your neighbor right or left - and it's not God or the devil - it's you.

You're not getting the joy out of literature that it gave you. This is the danger of what we do. Look at Hemingway and so many others. You devote your life to one thing, that is what you are. It's artificial but it's all you have. If you lose it, then you're nothing and there's no point in going on.

You seek the heights of manhood when you seek the depths of God.

You should love literature. You should live in the library. Forget about films.

You will be judged in years to come by how you responded to genocide on your watch.

A big lemoncolored cat watched him from the top of a woodstove. He turned his head to see it better and it elongated itself like hot taffy down the side of the stove and vanished headfirst in the earth without a sound.

A bad conscience makes a very good ghost.

You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.

6 criteria to upgrade literary production; Correct language, the power of the idea, the fluency in expressing, the connection between ideas and the depth of their meanings, the characters movements towards high convictions whether in the beginning or in the middle, and the ending must serves ideals and values and accomplishes victory to the human beings.

A book is the cheapest ticket you will ever hold.

A book isn't a single, static thing with one unarguable meaning. Each reader who comes to it brings his own special knowledge, habits and attitudes. Each reader reads a different book. Each reader imagines a different story. A few years ago, for instance, a friend of my mother's sent me a copy of a test on Rite of Passage that she had given her students. The first question read: "True or False? The theme of Rite of Passage is..." I can't tell you what the presumed themed was, but I can tell you that I didn't recognize it. Beads of sweat leaped out of my forehead. After two more questions, I had to put the test aside. I didn't know the "right" answers.

A boy trying out a man's language.

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

. . . Absurdism was really just realism seen from close to the bottom.

A Christian message or moral cannot redeem a text marred by shoddy workmanship.

A child's imagination can be found in the heart of a good book.

A classic is a book that has never finished what it wants to say.

A chronic poet should always be an inveterate nature-lover.

A dessert to a deserter in the desert burst, "You trust your thirst. And you are too hot! You scream for ice cream. And believe it or not, I may not be your first. But I might be your lust! Give it a shot...

Added to the crazy legends was a collection of essays called: “Gazpacho for My Mother: Tales of Tritesza and Sorrow,” in which Fergus declared and adored the hair-raising fits of anguish, sadness and self-absorption he experienced as a Hispanic person of mostly non-Hispanic origin.

Adlar daima insana dert oluyordu. Hayat ve zevkler değişir ama adlar kalır.

A deus ex machina will never appear in real life so you best make other arrangements.

Adornment, exoticism, affectation are all willed decadent strategies meant to pervert the texts they made. Decadent texts often live in their descriptive excursions, in their evocation of dreams, mysterious places and states of mind, in their excess of words, not events. The surface of the texts, the sound of the words, point to themselves as manufactured, as illusion. The decadents attempted to create texts that announced themselves as artifice.

A drop of darkness above me hung,within me ruined Rome,within me demolished Rome, where those lands my dream would well travel, before that I want to die without blame,so let me see ten thousand moons to Dream.

A fantasy is a journey. It is a journey into the subconscious mind, just as psychoanalysis is. Like psychoanalysis, it can be dangerous; and it will change you.

A fear of the unknown: what was that called? Worse yet: a fear of the known.

Aesthetic criticism returns us to the autonomy of imaginative literature and the sovereignty of the solitary soul, the reader not as a person in society but as the deep self, our ultimate inwardness.

A force de peindre la vie des autres, il avait oublié de peindre la sienne." On ne se tue pas pour une femme (2000)

A fortress built long ago, Walls made timeless by historic glory. The small girl in the boat slows, To listen to its story.

After all the education I have had, I am reduced to the lowliest place in the house of my in-laws?

A lazy summer's day and a long, lost love. Can a poet ask for anything better than a broken heart ordained from above? --the poet; unknown, Orange Room Poems

Ağıtı asıl yönetenler ölünün kadın akrabalarıydı. Ağıtta eski geleneklerle kurulmuş, soğukkanlılıkla düşünülmüş bir düzen bulunduğu anlaşılıyordu. Akrabalığı uzakça olanlar tabutun yanında biraz duruyorlar, seslerini fazla yükseltmeden ağlayarak bir şeyler söylüyorlardı. Daha yakın olanlar eşikten girer girmez ağlamaya başlıyorlar, ölünün yanına gelince üzerine eğilerek çığlığı koyveriyorlardı. Her kadının ağlayışının ayrı bir ezgisi vardı; bununla duygularını düşüncelerini anlatıyorlardı.

A gifted storyteller should be able to tell their stories in different genres, mediums, and platforms. The art of storytelling is the same since civilization began. Only the way of telling it has changed because of technology. - Kailin Gow on Storytelling

Ahhh, teaching literature. A noble calling! For we are all stories.

A la estación se la comen las casas adosadas y luego los campos se comen a las casas, primero vacíos y después salpicados de ovejas. La gente se quita el abrigo y enciende los portátiles y se oye un suspiro colectivo. Al otro lado del pasillo una mujer abre una bolsa de patatas con queso y cebolla. Parpadea y se mete cinco en la boca. Se hacen pedazos y suenan como los parásitos de la radio.

A library is more precious than a bank.

All aspiring writers say these things: "I will not compromise and write a best seller!"—as if they could! There may be a few totally faked-up books that sell, but on the whole I believe every writer writes as well as he can.

All classes in proportion to their lack of travel and familiarity with foreign literature are bellicose, prejudiced against foreigners, fond of fighting as a cruel sport -- in short, dog-like in their notions of foreign policy." [Quoted in Socialism and Foreign Policy and War and the Liberal Conscience]

A good adventure is like a good literature. They both descend to the depths of our souls and they become unforgettable all our lives!

A good book, he had concluded, leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul. Such books were for him rare and, as he aged, rarer. Still he searched, one more Ithaca for which he was forever bound.

A group of ten prisoners from Dachau, I was with them, we hid in the forest to wait for the Americans. The Germans had already left everything behind. We had food but no weapons. For days we could hear bombs exploding around us. We just wanted to survive long enough for the Americans to control the territory. We didn’t want to die. At that point, our prison uniforms were the only things to keep us from being shot on the spot by the Americans. That was all we had. Who would the Americans believe? Real prisoners or guards dressed as prisoners? Those devils might even say we were the Germans. This was our nightmare.

Ah youth, youth! That's what happens when you go steeping your soul into Shakespeare