Through the Looking-Glass

by Lewis Carroll

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

“It says ‘Bough-wough!’” cried a Daisy: “that’s why its branches are called boughs!”

“It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,” the Queen remarked.

“Suppose he never commits the crime?” said Alice. “That would be all the better, wouldn’t it?” the Queen said,

Worrying

“Oh, oh, oh!” shouted the Queen, shaking her hand about as if she wanted to shake it off. “My finger’s bleeding! Oh, oh, oh, oh!”

Fear is so ridiculous, it’s like Wonderland- it’s backwards... Suffering before the actual thing happens... it may not even happen at all! When someone freaks out about something that may or may not happen, I’m going to start calling it “remembering backwards.” LOL

“Why, I’ve done all the screaming already,” said the Queen. “What would be the good of having it all over again?”

Consider what o’clock it is.

Funny saying!

“That’s the way it’s done,” the Queen said with great decision: “nobody can do two things at once, you know. Let’s consider your age to begin with—how old are you?”

Actually that’s really good advice! Intentionally practice positive thinking! You can’t think about bad stuff and good stuff at the same time!

“You needn’t say ‘exactually,’” the Queen remarked: “I can believe it without that.

LOL- true

Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.” “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

I love this ❤️

“Why do you say ‘Feather’ so often?” Alice asked at last, rather vexed. “I’m not a bird!” “You are,” said the Sheep: “you’re a little goose.”

🤣

though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one that she couldn’t reach.

What mattered it to her just then that the rushes had begun to fade, and to lose all their scent and beauty, from the very moment that she picked them?

with his legs crossed, like a Turk,

Indian style

“When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”

Words matter

only I don’t sing it,” he added, as an explanation. “I see you don’t,” said Alice. “If you can see whether I’m singing or not, you’ve sharper eyes than most.”

🤣

“Always speak the truth—think before you speak—and write it down afterwards.”

Good advice!

“I’m glad they’ve come without waiting to be asked,” she thought: “I should never have known who were the right people to invite!”