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"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things: of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--of cabbages--and kings--and why the sea is boiling hot--and whether pigs have wings."

"I shall go to bed without you, sleep without you. Let me sleep, I beg you. For several nights I have felt you in my arms; a happy dream, but it is not you"

  • Inferno by Dante Alighieri
      • My maker was divine authority, the highest wisdom and the primal love.
      • See Helen, for whose sake so many years of evil had to pass; see great Achilles, who finally met love - in his last battle. See Paris, Tristan..." - and he pointed out and named to me more than a thousand shades departed from our life because of love.
      • There is no greater sorrow than thinking back upon a happy time in misery.
      • But who are you, upon whose cheeks I see such tears distilled by grief? And let me know what punishment it is that glitters so.
  • The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann von Goethe
      • I do not want to be led on, stimulated, inspired any more for this heart of mine is turbulent enough on its own accord; what I need is soothing lullabies.
      • And yet she was mine. I felt that heart, that great soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I was, because I was all that I could be.
      • The sun and moon and stars can go about their business as they please, but as for me, I do not know if it is day or night, and the whole world is nothing to me.
      • And then, when the last and most dreadful sickness seizes the creature you weakened in her prime, and she lies there wretched and exhausted, her dim eyes raised to heaven, the fever of death on her pale brow, and you stand by the bedside like a soul damned - then you sense deep down that your entire fortune cannot help her, and you are convulsed by the fearful thought that you would give everything to give this failing creature just a little strength, just a scrap of courage.
      • What is the world to our hearts without love? What is a magic-latern without light?
      • The thought that her eyes had rested on his face, his cheeks, the buttons of his tunic and the collar of his surtout endeared those things to me endlessly, and made them scared.
      • 'I shall see her today!' I exclaim in the mornings when I rise and look up to the beautiful sun with a glad heart; 'I shall see her today!' And then I have no other wishes all day long. Everything, everything is included in that one hope.
      • I have often determined not to see her so frequently. But who could abide by such a decision? Every day I give in to the temptation and take my sacred oath that I shall stay away on the morrow. And once the next day comes I hit upon some irresistible reason again, and in no time at all I am at her side.
      • All is darkness around her, she understands nothing, she has no hope, no consolation! He has deserted her, he who made her feel alive. She can see neither the wide world before her no the many others who could compensate for her loss. She feels alone, forsaken by the whole world - and, driven to despair by the terrible suffering in her heart, she plunges blindly into the depths, to drown her torment in the great embrace of Death.
  • Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
      • I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and ever word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether.
jul 3 2010 ∞
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