Best 5099 quotes in «literature quotes» category

For several years, while I searched for, found, and studied black women writers, I deliberately shut O'Connor out, feeling almost ashamed that she had reached me first. And yet, even when I no longer read her, I missed her, and realized that though the rest of America might not mind, having endured it so long, I would never be satisfied with a segregated literature. I would have to read Zora Hurston and Flannery O'Connor, Nella Larsen and Carson McCullers, Jean Toomer and William Faulkner, before I could begin to feel well read at all.

For my part, I love to give myself up to the illusion of poetry. A hero of fiction that never existed is just as valuable to me as a hero of history that existed a thousand years ago.

For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth brings That then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

Fotoğrafı kaldırmaya isteksiz görünüyordu; bir müddet daha, oyalanırcasına onu gözümün önünde tuttu. Yeniden cüzdanına koyduktan sonra, bu defa cebinden Hopalang Cassidy adlı eski bir kitap çıkardı "Şuna bir bak, bunu çocukken hiç elinden düşürmezdi. Daha o zamandan belliydi." "Bu kitabı şans eseri buldum" dedi ihtiyar, "durumu gayet iyi açıklıyor değilmi?" "Jimmy'nin hayatta ilerleyeceği kesindi. Her zaman buna benzer kararlar alırdı. Kendini geliştirmek için neler yapmış gördün mü? Hep böyle yapardı. Bir keresinde bana bir domuz gibi yemek yediğimi söylemişti de ben de onu dövmüştüm.

Fransa'nın en büyük romancılarından birinin kopardığı "Üstelik bu insanlar uyuyabiliyorlar, eşleri ve çocukları var, onları seviyorlar!" çığlığını her okuyuşlarında yürekleri sızlayacak, kendi kendilerinden, kendi türlerinden utanacak, gerçek adalet özlemini bir kez daha duyacaklar.

Friday night's alright for fighting Saturday, Sunday, Monday too Every night is a night of fighting With family and friends like you

From everything, nothing looks to nothing.

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

From my earliest youth to the present hour...literature has been the favourite object of my pursuit, my recreation in leisure, and my hope in employment. My propensity to it, indeed, has been so ungovernable, that I may properly call it the source of my several miscarriages throughout life. It was the bar to my preferment, for it gave me a distaste to other studies; it was the cause of my unsteadiness in all my undertakings, because to all I preferred it. It has sunk me to distress, it has involved me in difficulties; it has brought me to the brink of ruin by making me neglect the means of living, yet never, till now, did I discern it might itself be my support.

From nothing comes everything.

From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.

Gençken evlenmek için zaman çok erkendir; yaşlandığınızda da çok geç.

Gençken tecrüben yoktur, yaşlıyken de gücün.

Gerçeği gömmeniz boşuna, toprağın altında yol alıyor; bir gün, her yandan fışkıracak, öç bitkileri olarak açılacaktır.

Gerçek su yüzüne çıkıyor ve hiçbir şey onu durduramayacak. Olay ancak bugün başlıyor, çünkü konumlar ancak bugün açık olarak ortaya çıktı: bir yanda, ışığın parlamasını istemeyen suçlular; öbür yanda ışığın parlaması için canlarını verecek doğrucular. Gerçek toprağın altına kapatıldığı zaman, orada öyle bir toplanır öyle bir patlama gücü kazanır ki, patladığı gün her şeyi kendisiyle birlikte havaya uçurur.

Get out, but don't cause unneeded accidents.

Give at least fifteen minutes everyday to reading. Sometimes, we spend a lot of time watching television - surfing through channels; not really watching anything in particular. Fifteen minutes out of that time is not a big deal. Soon you will find yourself reading for more than fifteen minutes. Soon you will find yourself turning to a book when you need to relax. Soon you will realize that reading a book heals you in a way you never imagined possible.

Give her books, where other people did all the running around and courting; it was far easier to read about such matters than to experience them herself.

Glasgow is a magnificent city,” said McAlpin. “Why do we hardly ever notice that?” “Because nobody imagines living here…think of Florence, Paris, London, New York. Nobody visiting them for the first time is a stranger because he’s already visited them in paintings, novels, history books and films. But if a city hasn’t been used by an artist not even the inhabitants live there imaginatively.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

God produced great writing, a matter of first importance to a man like Lincoln, ever impressed with the nature of cause and forces.

God's word will produce with your level of understanding. The much you can understand it, the more wisdom you are privileged to have.

Good art is always dangerous, always open-ended. Once you put it out in the world you lose control of it; people will fit it into their minds in all sorts of different ways.

Good literature is a lifeboat! Every time you feel you are sinking, jump on it!

Good is not always good.

Good literature is one key to peace. When we stop reading each other, when we stop paying attention to each other's words and stories, we too easily oppose one another.

Good writing ideas don’t have to be about political turmoil, mass killings, capitalism, racism, injustice, and so on. Find that one idea that has deep roots in your heart.

Gore Vidal, for instance, once languidly told me that one should never miss a chance either to have sex or to appear on television. My efforts to live up to this maxim have mainly resulted in my passing many unglamorous hours on off-peak cable TV. It was actually Vidal's great foe William F. Buckley who launched my part-time television career, by inviting me on to Firing Line when I was still quite young, and giving me one of the American Right's less towering intellects as my foil. The response to the show made my day, and then my week. Yet almost every time I go to a TV studio, I feel faintly guilty. This is pre-eminently the 'soft' world of dream and illusion and 'perception': it has only a surrogate relationship to the 'hard' world of printed words and written-down concepts to which I've tried to dedicate my life, and that surrogate relationship, while it, too, may be 'verbal,' consists of being glib rather than fluent, fast rather than quick, sharp rather than pointed. It means reveling in the fact that I have a meretricious, want-it-both-ways side. My only excuse is to say that at least I do not pretend that this is not so.

Gormenghast. Withdrawn and ruinous it broods in umbra: the immemorial masonry: the towers, the tracts. Is all corroding? No. Through an avenue of spires a zephyr floats; a bird whistles; a freshet beats away from a choked river. Deep in a fist of stone a doll's hand wriggles, warm rebellious on the frozen palm. A shadow shifts its length. A spider stirs... And darkness winds between the characters. - Gormenghast

Gracia…, esa es mi palabra favorita de la iglesia. Un estado del ser, algo por lo que puedes rezar, algo que Dios te puede conceder, algo que si se puede obtener. La perfección es inalcanzable, pero la gracia…, la gracia puede alcanzarse.

Great language and great literature do not survive long without each other

Great literary works are not measured by the number of words, but by the impact they create.

Great literature makes a great life.

Greatness recognizes greatness, and is shadowed by it.

Great poets are great copy editors.

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another.

Gret works of literature are always developed and enriched from age to age with the growth of thought.

Growing up, I loved the tale of Peter Rabbit and also books on Pippi Longstocking. Pippi was a girl who had so much fun and was very daring. My sons loved all the Dr. Seuss books

Güçlü, sağlıklı ve iyi olduğumuz sürece mucizeleri gülerek karşılarız; ama hayatımız, bizi ancak bir mucizenin kurtaracağı şekilde umutsuzca yıkılsın ya da tökezlesin o zaman mucizeye, yalnız ve yalnız o harikulade mucizeye inanırız.

Había leído lo bastante como para apreciar mi ingenio literario, pero no lo bastante como para identificar mis fuentes de conocimiento. Me encantan las mujeres así. Podía decirle cosas como: "La principal diferencia entre la felicidad y la alegría es que la felicidad es sólida, mientras que la alegría es líquida" y, escudándome en su ignorancia de Salinger, sentirme ingenioso, seductor y, porqué no decirlo, joven. Notaba que Ernie me miraba fijamente mientras yo me daba pisto, pero qué diablos, pensaba yo. Un hombre tiene derecho a flirtear.

Hademelerin kendi aralarında kullandıkları şu deyimin anlamını ise şimdi kavramıştı: " Bu da yakında çarşaflanacak.

Happily-ever-after monogamy has been reinforced so steadily in literature that we tend to feel like failures when we don’t achieve that in reality.

Ha! no more dirges for the dead summer—and here,the shrills of that unpleasant months over, and new leaves start to shiver;as the winter smiled in her foggy bath!

Haris...as a naive migrant who just moved here, relying on you tapered worries.

Have you ever looked at, say, a picture or a great building or read a paragraph in a book and felt the world suddenly expand and, in the same instant, contract and harden into a kernel of perfect purity? Do you know what I mean? Everything suddenly fits, everything's in its place.

Have you ever reached to a point where you asked God if the assignment is really from Him. In your account you have just 100 dollars and He is asking you to execute a 400 million dollar project. Have you reached to the point that you consider going further will make no sense? Have you reached the point where you asked God are you sure you are still with me? I just found myself in that Junction now. Turning back ....to realise I have gone too far for Him to forsake me. Moving forward I heard the voice saying ...be still and know that I am your God. Giving up.....Couldn't find it in my dictionary. Moral of the lesson. God cannot give you an assignment that is equal to your pocket. If it suits your pocket it is definitely not from God. Remember God will not take glory where nothing happen.

He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!

Hayat karışık, öyle karışıktı ki... Nereye dönerseniz dönün aynı karışıklık vardı.

he best thing to do is to loosen my grip on my pen and let it go wandering about until it finds an entrance. There must be one – everything depends on the circumstances, a rule applicable as much to literary style as to life. Each word tugs another one along, one idea another, and that is how books, governments and revolutions are made – some even say that is how Nature created her species.

He began to read at haphazard. He entered upon each system with a little thrill of excitement, expecting to find in each some guide by which he could rule his conduct; he felt himself like a traveller in unknown countries and as he pushed forward the enterprise fascinated him; he read emotionally, as other men read pure literature, and his heart leaped as he discovered in noble words what himself had obscurely felt.