Barbara > Barbara's Quotes

“She was tempted to take the elevator instead of the stairs just this once. But that was how it started. Take the elevator tonight because she was tired and her feet hurt from having been trapped in three-inch stilettos all day, and then tomorrow she'd want to take it because she was running late. Then, the next thing she knew she'd be taking elevators all over the place because she got winded climbing stairs.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Inadvertent Disclosure

“Do your bit to save humanity from lapsing back into barbarity by reading all the novels you can.”
― Richard Hughes

“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
― Emily Jane Brontë , Wuthering Heights

“If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.”
― Francois Mauriac

“For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.”
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.”
― Carl Sandburg

“Progress is man's ability to complicate simplicity.”
― Thor Heyerdahl

“To this generation I would say:
Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.”
― Edgar Lee Masters, Spoon River Anthology

“And how shall I think of you?' He considered a moment and then laughed. 'Think of me with my nose in a book!”
― Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

“People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.”
― Saul Bellow

“Some people you will always have about you whom you can trust, and no man these days can boast of more than that. Remember them; forget the others.”
― Hugh Lofting

“If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.”
― Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim

“Give me a room whose every nook is dedicated to a book.”
― Robert Southey

“Tis "the witching time of night", / Orbed is the moon and bright, / And the stars they glisten, glisten, / Seeming with bright eyes to listen —”
― John Keats