Best 5099 quotes in «literature quotes» category

When you kill somebody in the movies, it matters, whereas in literature it can be allegorical.

When you make his sandwiches, put a sexy or loving note in his lunch box.

When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow loyal to situations and to types.

When you're in the news business, you always expect the unexpected.

When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.

When you read the psychedelic literature, there is a distinction between the so-called natural psychedelics and synthetic psychedelics that are artificially produced.

When you're thirsty and it seems that you could drink the entire ocean that's faith; when you start to drink and finish only a glass or two that's science.

Where an opinion is general, it is usually correct.

Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.

Where I am not understood, it shall be concluded that something very useful and profound is couched underneath.

Where there are large powers with little ambition... nature may be said to have fallen short of her purposes.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Where there is politics or economics, there is no morality.

Wherever on this planet ideals of personal freedom and dignity apply, there you will find the cultural inheritance of England.

Wherever we direct our attention to Hindu literature the notion of infinity presents itself.

Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.

Where youth and diffidence are united, it requires uncommon steadiness of reason to resist the attraction of being called the most charming girl in the world.

When you try to unravel something you've written, you belittle it in a way. It was created as a mystery.

Wherever you look there are inspirations, books, literature, paintings, landscapes, everything. Just living is an inspiration.

Whether it is the old lady's fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.

Whether there is such a thing as Reality, of which the various levels are only partial aspects, or whether there are only levels, is something that literature cannot decide. Literature recognizes rather the *reality of the levels.*

While fools shun one set of faults they run into the opposite one.

While Poe and the Symbolists were exploring the irrational in literature, Freud had begun to explore the resonant figure/ground double-plot of the conscious and unconscious.

Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it.

While Americans have heard of Darfur and think we should be doing more there, they aren't actually angry at the president about inaction

Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me.

While the 1980 book was being serialized in the Sunday Times, Charles attacked it through the Observer.

Whoever could properly characterize Goethe's Meister would have actually expressed what is the timely trend in literature. He would be able, as far as literary criticism is concerned, to rest.

While you're writing, you can't concentrate nearly as well on what the speaker is saying.

Whoever has trusted a woman has trusted deceivers.

Whoso will pray, he must fast and be clean, And fat his soul, and make his body lean.

Whoever is content with the world, and who profits from its lack of justice, does not want to change it.

Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?

Whoever is new to power is always harsh.

Why do they put the Gideon Bibles only in the bedrooms, where it's usually too late...?

Whomever you're going to interview, you have to be interested in what it is you want to know from them. You have to be interested in the subject.

Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?

Why should anybody be interested in some old man who was a failure?

Who would not give up wit for power and beauty?

Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?

Why would anyone steal a shopping cart? It's like stealing a two-year-old.

Wine has lit up for me the pages of literature, and revealed in life romance lurking in the commonplace.

Will it, and set to work briskly.

Wishing of all employments is the worst

Winning Nobel imposed on me a lifestyle to which I am not used and which I would not have preferred.

With English literature, if you do a bit of shonky spelling, no one dies, but if you're half-way through a maths calculation and you stick in an extra zero, everything just crashes into the ravine.

Within us there is someone who knows everything, wills everything, does everything better than we ourselves.

With both agents and publishers hungry for bestsellers, literature will have to end up as a cottage industry.

Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?

Without a knowledge of mythology much of the elegant literature of our own language cannot be understood and appreciated.