42 quotes found
“Oh how I hate people!”
“To live at all is miracle enough.”
“Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.”
“For what is more lovable than failure?”
“I am too rich already, for my eyes mint”
“Why break the heart that never beat from love?”
“He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.”
“It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others. He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt. But on an occasion such as this it was different,...”
“It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others.”
“I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am;Maelstrm of passions in that hidden seaWhose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me;And in small compass the dark waters cram.”
“For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.”
“If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white walls”
“Steerpike of the Many Problems, said the Doctor. What did you say they were? My memory is so very untrustworthy. Its as fickle as a fox. Ask me to name the third lateral bloodvessel from the extrem...”
“His staff had shaken hands with her as though a woman was merely another kind of man. Fools! The seeds of Eve were in this radiant creature. The lullabyes of half a million years throbbed in her th...”
“How merciful a thing is man's ignorance of his immediate future! What a ghastly, paralysing thing it would have been if all those present could have known what was about to happen within a matter o...”
“The emotional, loving, moody child had small chance of developing into a happy woman. Had she as a girl been naturally joyus yet all that had befallen her must surely have driven away the bright bi...”
“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 Withdrawn and ruinous it broods in umbra: the immemorial masonry: the towers, the tracts.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 ...”
“In great thick dusty books he readAnd hardly ever went to bedBefore it was e”
“Bellgrove, eminently lovable, because of his individual weakness, his incompetence, his failure as a man, a scholar, a leader or even as a companion, was neverless utterly alone. For the weak, abov...”
“The road was wet with rain, black and shiny like oilskin. The reflection of the street lamps wallowed like yellow jelly-fish. A bus was approaching - a bus to Piccadilly, a bus to the never-never l...”
“As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion, the startling, the ghastly or the blindingly exquisite fish of the imagination before they whi...”
“From daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order...”
