P.S. Clinen > P.S.'s Quotes

“I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Marie's dresses and the way she laughed.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“Alas! it is better to wander in perpetual sterility than to be tortured with the remembrance of flowers that have withered”
― Charles Robert Maturin, Melmoth the Wanderer

“To live at all is miracle enough.”
― Mervyn Peake, Collected Poems

“Amongst the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest?”
― Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus

“Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“However stupid a fool's words may be, they are sometimes enough to confound an intelligent man.”
― Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

“Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all”
― Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol, The Nose

“Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.”
― Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan

“By a route obscure and lonely
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule --
From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE, out of TIME.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Eternity is a frightfully long time to spend alone.”
― P.S. Clinen, Tenebrae Manor

“Shadow? What is shadow when all is night? Nothing is shadow at all!”
― P.S. Clinen, Tenebrae Manor

“He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

“You should never ask anyone for anything. Never- and especially from those who are more powerful than yourself.”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“Too much thought is bad for the soul, for art, and for crime. It is also a sign of middle age.”
― Patrick Hamilton

“Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.”
― Christina Georgina Rossetti

“Fate will unwind as it must!”
― Burton Raffel, Beowulf

“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.”
― Ray Bradbury

“for you are alive beyond question, like the dazzle on the sea my darling”
― louis macniece

“I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.”
― Angela Carter

“Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one thank.”
― Christina Rossetti

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

“Why could a man not be fulfilled by his thoughts, paid by his joy, enriched by dreams that became plans that became reality? Fear had led him to where he was, and it was doubt that held him from where he wanted to be.”
― P.S. Clinen, The Will of the Wisp

“for though life can have its unspeakable tragedies, there is simply too much joy out there for those who'd seek it.”
― P.S. Clinen, The Will of the Wisp

“A happy man has no past, while an unhappy man has nothing else.”
― Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North

“The end of an unclouded day. Almost a happy one. Just one of the 3,653 days of his sentence, from bell to bell. The extra three were for leap years.”
― Alexander Solzhenitsyn, One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

“In this world
We walk on the roof of hell
Gazing at flowers”
― Kobayashi Issa

“Listen! Do things look in the ten and twelve of noon look as they do in the dark? Is the hand, the face, the foot, the same face and hand and foot seen by the sun? For now the hand lies in a shadow; its beauties and its deformities are in a smoke - there is a sickle of doubt across the cheek bone thrown by the hat's brim, so there is half a face to be peered back into speculation. A leaf of darkness has fallen under the chin and lies deep upon the arches of the eyes; the eyes themselves have changed their colour. The very mother's head you swore by in the dock is a heavier head, crowned with ponderable hair.”
― Djuna Barnes, Nightwood