Best 22 quotes in «bradbury quotes» category

The house was full of dead bodies, it seemed. It felt like a mechanical cemetery. So silent. None of the humming hidden energy of machines waiting to function at the tap of a button.

They felt the wings on their fingers and elbows flying, then, suddenly plunged in new sweeps of air, the clear autumn river flung them headlong where they must go. Up steps, three, six, nine, twelve! Slap! Their palms hit the library door. Jim and Will grinned at each other. It was all so good, these blowing quiet October nights and the library waiting inside now with its green-shaded lamps and papyrus dust.

Todos deben dejar algo al morir, decía mi abuelo. Un niño o un libro o un cuadro o una casa o una pared o un par de zapatos. O un jardín. Algo que las manos de uno hallan tocado de algún modo. El alma tendrá entonces un lugar a donde ir el día de la muerte, y cuando la gente mire ese árbol, o esa flor, allí estará uno. No importa lo que se haga, decía, mientras uno cambie las cosas. Así, después de tocarlas, quedará en ellas algo de uno.

I enjoyed reading all the classic authors like Isaac Asimov and Bradbury.

Any conversation including the mention of Roald Dahl, Ray Bradbury, or Emily Dickinson is one worth getting into or at least eavesdropping.

Most people know that Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite authors.

I read a bit of Ray Bradbury when I was a younger man. I don't read a lot of fiction anymore... like, none.

I was warped early by Ray Bradbury and Edgar Allan Poe. I was very fond of Franz Kafka.

and sleeping put an end to summer, 1928,

The folks I read as a kid really set me up. I owe a huge debt to Ray Bradbury and Madeleine L'Engle.

Eso hubiese sido una paradoja -habló Lesperance-. El tiempo no permite esas confusiones…, un hombre que se encuentra consigo mismo. Cuando va a ocurrir algo parecido, el tiempo se hace a un lado.

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the Universe together into one garment for us.

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren't rare. But one strange year, halloween came early....don't you ditch me jim nightshade...don't talk death. Someone might hear...

Salta, y deja que te crezcan alas en el camino hacia abajo.

Her eyes reversed into herself, to watch the secret heart of herself pounding itself into pieces against the side of her chest.

Ignorance is fatal.

Mogu nabaviti knjige. -Izlažete se pogibelji. -To je dobra strana umiranja: kad nemate što izgubiti, izlažete se svakoj pogibelji kojoj želite." str. 86.

Ne govorim o stvarima, gospodine. Govorim o značenju stvari.” ― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.

I don't want to do anything but look and listen and smell; what else is there to do?

Obojeni ne vole Malog crnog Samba. Spali ga. Bijeli nisu oduševljeni Čiča Tominom kolibom. Spali je. Netko je napisao knjigu o duhanu i raku pluća? Proizvođači cigareta tule? Spali knjigu. Vedrina, Montag. Mir, Montag. Iznesi svoju borbu van. Još bolje, u spalionicu. " str. 65.

Or maybe he means in a richer world the begging population is melting away. But no to that too. So maybe, perhaps, he means there aren't many 'human beings' left to look, see, and understand well enough for one to ask and one to give. Everyone busy, running, jumping, there's no time to study one another. But I guess that's bilge and hogwash, slop and sentiment.