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“If I can't dance to it, it's not my revolution.”
― Emma Goldman

“Now the end has come, and I am filled with sorrow that our ways must part: the path I would rather take is the one that leads to life.”
― Murasaki Shikibu

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“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

“You speak an infinite deal of nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“Our backs tell stories
no books have the spine to carry”
― Rupi Kaur

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Logic will get you from A to Z; imagination will get you everywhere.”
― Albert Einstein

“Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“benim payıma düşen,
bir perde asılmasının benden aldığı gökyüzüdür,
benim payıma düşen, terk edilmiş merdivenlerden inmektir
ve ulaşmaktır bir şeylere çürüyüşte ve gurbette,
benim payıma düşen anılar bahçesinde hüzünlü gezintidir.”
― Forough Farrokhzad

“I had rather die in the adventure of noble achievements, than live in obscure and sluggish security.”
― Margaret Cavendish, The Blazing World

“My son,' he wrote to me, 'fear the love of woman; fear that bliss, that poison....”
― Ivan Turgenev, First Love

“Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.”
― Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

“Anyway, maybe there weren't any solutions. Human society, corpses and rubble. It never learned, it made the same cretinous mistakes over and over, trading short-term gain for long-term pain.”
― Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

“You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thinking 'Oh, this is Kant,' or 'Oh, this is the Yomiuri evening edition,' or 'Nice tits,' while it burns. To the fire, they're nothing but scraps of paper. It's the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there's no distinction--they're all just fuel.”
― Haruki Murakami, After Dark

“Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“If you don't know where you are going any road can take you there”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“Ne hoş bir güzelliği vardır;
hafif adımlarla dünyadan gülümseyerek geçenlerin.
kimseye bir kötülüğü dokunmadan yaşayanların,
onurlu bir yaşamı seçenlerin...”
― Virginia Woolf

“Bir kadın olarak ülkem yok. Bir kadın olarak, bir ülkem olsun istemiyorum. Bir kadın olarak, bütün dünya benim ülkem.”
― Virginia Woolf

“Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne

“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

“Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
"I don't much care where –"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“I don't think..." then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“have i gone mad?
im afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usualy are.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“Alice: How long is forever?
White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.”
― Lewis Carroll

“I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“I Like For You To Be Still

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true”
― Pablo Neruda

“Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.”
― Jean-Jacques Rousseau