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  • #1
    Elie Wiesel
    “The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.”
    Elie Wiesel

  • #2
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

  • #3
    Jane Austen
    “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
    Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

  • #5
    Oscar Wilde
    “Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #6
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #7
    Oscar Wilde
    “It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #8
    If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use
    “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #9
    Jane Austen
    “For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn?”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #10
    Jane Austen
    “It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #11
    Wilfred Owen
    Dulce Et Decorum Est

    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
    Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
    Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
    And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
    Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
    But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
    Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
    Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

    GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
    Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
    But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
    And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
    Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
    As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

    In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
    He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

    If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
    Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
    His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
    Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
    My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
    To children ardent for some desperate glory,
    The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
    Pro patria mori.”
    Wilfred Owen, The War Poems

  • #12
    Wilfred Owen
    “What passing bells for these who die as cattle?
    Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
    Only the stuttering rifle's rapid rattle
    Can patter out their hasty orisons.
    No mockeries now for them; no prayers, nor bells,
    Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
    The shrill demented choirs of wailing shells,
    And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
    What candles may be held to speed them all?
    Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes,
    Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
    The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall,
    Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
    And each, slow dusk a drawing down of blinds.”
    Wilfred Owen, The War Poems

  • #13
    T.E. Lawrence
    “All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.”
    T.E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars of Wisdom: A Triumph

  • #14
    J.K. Rowling
    “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #15
    J.K. Rowling
    “Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

  • #16
    J.K. Rowling
    “Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

  • #17
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles.

    So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

  • #18
    Cheris Kramarae
    “Feminism is the radical notion that women are human beings.”
    Cheris Kramarae

  • #19
    Laurel Thatcher Ulrich
    “Well-behaved women seldom make history.”
    Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History

  • #20
    Virginia Woolf
    “Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #21
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

  • #22
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “I am looking for friends. What does that mean -- tame?"

    "It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties."

    "To establish ties?"

    "Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world....”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #23
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “People have forgotten this truth," the fox said. "But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #24
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

  • #25
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

  • #26
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

    Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

    It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."

    Yes, that is so," said the fox.

    But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

    Yes, that is so," said the fox.

    Then it has done you no good at all!"

    It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields.”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #27
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens: men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain fields down yonder? [...] The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back to the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wheat in the wind...”
    Antoine St



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