βAll animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.β
- George Orwell, Animal Farm.
Translation
#georgeorwell
- George Orwell, Animal Farm.
Translation
#georgeorwell
π2
βIt's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.β
- Chuck Palahniuk, Diary.
#B1 #quotes #english #chuckpalahniuk
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- Chuck Palahniuk, Diary.
#B1 #quotes #english #chuckpalahniuk
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π7
βIf he can only perform good or only perform evil, then he is a clockwork orange β meaning that he has the appearance of an organism lovely with colour and juice but is in fact only a clockwork toy to be wound up by God or the Devil.β
- Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange.
Translation
#anthonyburgess
- Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange.
Translation
#anthonyburgess
π3
βWhat do you believe, then?β I countered.
βI believe that life is a mess,β he answered promptly. βIt is like yeast, a ferment, a thing that moves and may move for a minute, an hour, a year, or a hundred years, but that in the end will cease to move. The big eat the little that they may continue to move, the strong eat the weak that they may retain their strength. The lucky eat the most and move the longest, that is all. What do you make of those things?β
He swept his arm in an impatient gesture toward a number of the sailors who were working on some kind of rope stuff amidships.
βThey move, so does the jelly-fish move. They move in order to eat in order that they may keep moving. There you have it. They live for their bellyβs sake, and the belly is for their sake. Itβs a circle; you get nowhere. Neither do they. In the end they come to a standstill. They move no more. They are dead.β
βThey have dreams,β I interrupted, βradiant, flashing dreamsβ
βOf grub,β he concluded sententiously.
- Jack London, The Sea-Wolf.
Translation
#jacklondon
βI believe that life is a mess,β he answered promptly. βIt is like yeast, a ferment, a thing that moves and may move for a minute, an hour, a year, or a hundred years, but that in the end will cease to move. The big eat the little that they may continue to move, the strong eat the weak that they may retain their strength. The lucky eat the most and move the longest, that is all. What do you make of those things?β
He swept his arm in an impatient gesture toward a number of the sailors who were working on some kind of rope stuff amidships.
βThey move, so does the jelly-fish move. They move in order to eat in order that they may keep moving. There you have it. They live for their bellyβs sake, and the belly is for their sake. Itβs a circle; you get nowhere. Neither do they. In the end they come to a standstill. They move no more. They are dead.β
βThey have dreams,β I interrupted, βradiant, flashing dreamsβ
βOf grub,β he concluded sententiously.
- Jack London, The Sea-Wolf.
Translation
#jacklondon
π7
βYou don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.β
- Ray Bradbury.
Translation
#raybradbury
- Ray Bradbury.
Translation
#raybradbury
π₯17π5
βIf a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until you can hardly bear to look at it.
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts it will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.β
- Roald Dahl, The Twits.
Translation
#roalddahl
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts it will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.β
- Roald Dahl, The Twits.
Translation
#roalddahl
π12
βAfter silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.β
- Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays.
Translation
#aldoushuxley
- Aldous Huxley, Music at Night and Other Essays.
Translation
#aldoushuxley
π6π₯°2
π5π1
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
- Rudyard Kipling, If.
Translation
#rudyardkipling
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
- Rudyard Kipling, If.
Translation
#rudyardkipling
π8π3β€βπ₯2
βTo love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.β
- G.K. Chesterton.
Translation
#gkchesterton
- G.K. Chesterton.
Translation
#gkchesterton
π₯14β€βπ₯2
βHe smiled understandingly - much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced - or seemed to face - the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.β
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby.
Translation
#fscottfitzgerald
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby.
Translation
#fscottfitzgerald
β€14π1
βI must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.β
- Frank Herbert, Dune.
Translation
#frankherbert
- Frank Herbert, Dune.
Translation
#frankherbert
π₯12β€4π4
βMay I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.
I smiled. "Sure."
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager."
"Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow."
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm serious," he said.
"You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"
"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.
"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."
He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other.β
- John Green, The Fault in Our Stars.
Translation
#johngreen
I smiled. "Sure."
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager."
"Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow."
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm serious," he said.
"You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"
"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.
"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."
He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other.β
- John Green, The Fault in Our Stars.
Translation
#johngreen
π₯8β€2
βI love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.β
- Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, the Whale.
Translation
#hermanmelville
- Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, the Whale.
Translation
#hermanmelville
β€4π2
βIt is the obvious which is so difficult to see most of the time. People say 'It's as plain as the nose on your face.' But how much of the nose on your face can you see, unless someone holds a mirror up to you?β
- Isaac Asimov, I, Robot.
Translation
#isaacasimov
- Isaac Asimov, I, Robot.
Translation
#isaacasimov
π9
βThe cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.β
- Joseph Campbell.
Tranlsation
#josephcampbell
- Joseph Campbell.
Tranlsation
#josephcampbell
π8π€1
βEeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water.
βPathetic,β he said. βThatβs what it is. Pathetic.β
He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at himself in the water again.
βAs I thought,β he said. βNo better from THIS side. But nobody minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, thatβs what it is.β
There was a crackling noise in the bracken behind him, and out came Pooh.
βGood morning, Eeyore,β said Pooh.
βGood morning, Pooh Bear,β said Eeyore gloomily. βIf it IS a good morning,β he said. βWhich I doubt,β said he.
βWhy, whatβs the matter?β
βNothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We canβt all, and some of us donβt. Thatβs all there is to it.β
βCanβt all WHAT?β said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
βGaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush. ...Iβm not complaining, but There It Is.β
- A. A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner.
Translation
#aamilne
βPathetic,β he said. βThatβs what it is. Pathetic.β
He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at himself in the water again.
βAs I thought,β he said. βNo better from THIS side. But nobody minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, thatβs what it is.β
There was a crackling noise in the bracken behind him, and out came Pooh.
βGood morning, Eeyore,β said Pooh.
βGood morning, Pooh Bear,β said Eeyore gloomily. βIf it IS a good morning,β he said. βWhich I doubt,β said he.
βWhy, whatβs the matter?β
βNothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We canβt all, and some of us donβt. Thatβs all there is to it.β
βCanβt all WHAT?β said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
βGaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush. ...Iβm not complaining, but There It Is.β
- A. A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner.
Translation
#aamilne
π3π1
βThe master says itβs a glorious thing to die for the Faith and Dad says itβs a glorious thing to die for Ireland and I wonder if thereβs anyone in the world who would like us to live
- Frank McCourt, Angela's Ashes.
Translation
#frankmccourt
- Frank McCourt, Angela's Ashes.
Translation
#frankmccourt
π4β€1
βBut I donβt want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you canβt help that," said the Cat: "weβre all mad here. Iβm mad. Youβre mad."
"How do you know Iβm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldnβt have come here.β
- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.
Translation
#lewiscarroll
"Oh, you canβt help that," said the Cat: "weβre all mad here. Iβm mad. Youβre mad."
"How do you know Iβm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldnβt have come here.β
- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.
Translation
#lewiscarroll
π23π3