Meaningful Quotes and Passages from Books

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“What had Freddy meant, “the bravest person I know”? For Less, it is a mystery. Name a day, name an hour, in which Arthur Less was not afraid. Of ordering a cocktail, taking a taxi, teaching a class, writing a book. Afraid of these and almost everything else in the world. Strange, though; because he is afraid of everything, nothing is harder than anything else. Taking a trip around the world is no more terrifying than buying a stick of gum. The daily dose of courage.”

— Andrew Sean Greer, Less

"And if we accept Bacon's theory of 'secret sympathy,' or the plainer physiological maxim that there must be in the imagination, morbidly impressed by the will of another, some trains of idea in affinity with such influence and preinclined to receive it, no magician could warp you to evil, except through thoughts that themselves went astray. Grant that Margrave who still haunts your mind did really, by some occult, sinister magnetism, guide the madman to murder, did influence the servant-woman's vulgar desire to pry into the secrets of her ill-fated master, or the old maid's covetous wish and envious malignity: what could this awful magician do more than any commonplace guilty adviser, to a mind predisposed to accept the advice?"

-p. 401 in "A Strange Story," from "The Collected Supernatural and Weird Fiction of Edward Bulwer Lytton, Vol. 2," by Leonaur (C) 2011 Oakpast Ltd.

Useful words of wisdom:

“If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.”

All the Lyrics to the Song "Imagination", made famous by John Lennon .

"We read books to know we are not alone"
C S Lewis

“Time and again I, too, have felt so full of luminous torrents that I could burst - burst with forms much more beautiful than those which are put up in frames and sold for a stinking fortune. And I, too, said nothing, showed nothing; I didn't open my mouth, I didn't repaint my half of the world. I was ashamed. I was afraid, and I swallowed my shame and my fear. I said to myself: You are mad! What's the meaning of these waves, these floods, these outbursts? Where is the ebullient, infinite woman who, immersed as she was in her naiveté, kept in the dark about herself, led into self-disdain by the great arm of parental-conjugal phallocentrism, hasn't been ashamed of her strength? Who, surprised and horrified by the fantastic tumult of her drives (for she was made to believe that a well-adjusted normal woman has a ... divine composure), hasn't accused herself of being a monster? Who, feeling a funny desire stirring inside her (to sing, to write, to dare to speak, in short, to bring out something new), hasn't thought she was sick? Well, her shameful sickness is that she resists death, that she makes trouble.

And why don't you write? Write! Writing is for you, you are for you; your body is yours, take it.”

— Hélène Cixous, “The Laugh of the Medusa”

“The stars in the heavens sing a music, if only we had ears to hear.”

— Pythagoras

“We should go forth on the shortest walk, perchance, in the spirit of undying adventure, never to return; prepared to send back our embalmed hearts only, as relics to our desolate kingdoms. If you are ready to leave father and mother, and brother and sister, and wife and child and friends, and never see them again; if you have paid your debts, and made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free man; then you are ready for a walk.”

“I found my account in climbing a tree once. It was a tall white pine, on the top of a hill; and though I got well pitched, I was well paid for it, for I discovered new mountains in the horizon which I had never seen before—so much more of the earth and the heavens. I might have walked about the foot of the tree for threescore years and ten, and yet I certainly should never have seen them.“

— Thoreau, “Walking”

"Suddenly the King leaned hard on his friend's neck and bowed his head.
'Jewel,' he said, 'what lies before us? Horrible thoughts arise in my heart. If we had died before today we should have been happy.'
'Yes,' said Jewel. 'We have lived too long. The worst thing in the world has come upon us.'
They stood like that for a minute or two and then went on.

The Last Battle, C.S. Lewis

^ The Chronicles of Narnia were an important part of my childhood. I’ve been thinking about rereading them.

^I've been reading them to my kid for her bedtime story. It's taken months! I'd never read them before. For some reason they had never really appealed to me. I think the TV/movie adaptations put me off. But I was wrong, they're excellent.