Dead Souls Quotes

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Nikolai Gogol
“Two turtle doves will show thee
Where my cold ashes lie
And sadly murmuring tell thee
How in tears I did die”
Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai Gogol
“...nothing could be more pleasant than to live in solitude, enjoy the spectacle of nature, and occasionally read some book... ...”
Nickolai Gogol

Nikolai Gogol
“A word aptly uttered or written cannot be cut away by an axe.”
Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

“The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this earth, once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passions, but now all gone, one generation vanishing into another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone, like ghosts at cockcrow.”
G. M. Trevelyan

Nikolai Gogol
“There are passions that it is not for man to choose.”
Nikolai Gogol

Susan  Fletcher
We carry them with us... We breathe for them, sing for them soak up stories that they cannot hear. We think they would have loved this...

And we smile for them, on their behalf.”
Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea

Ian Rankin
“From this height the sleeping city seems like a child's construction, a model which has refused to be constrained by imagination. The volcanic plug might be black Plasticine, the castle balanced solidly atop it a skewed rendition of crenellated building bricks. The orange street lamps are crumpled toffee-wrappers glued to lollipop sticks.”
Ian Rankin

Nikolai Gogol
“In the old man's face there was nothing very special - save that the chin was so greatly projected that whenever he spoke he was forced to wipe it with a handkerchief to avoid dribbling.”
Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

Ernst Jünger
“A hairdresser talking with the Doctoresse about the bombing:
- "I'm not afraid of it. The dead are better off than we are."
- "But you don't know that."
- "Yes, I do. I'm sure of it because not a single one of them has ever returned.”
Ernst Jünger, A German Officer in Occupied Paris: The War Journals, 1941-1945

Jess C. Scott
“I didn’t know if I should put my faith in God or Satan. Was there really a difference at the end of the day, when we were all going to be dead souls anyway?”
Jess C. Scott, Bedmates

Lailah Gifty Akita
“As I witness the dead of beloved ones, it makes be become more conscious that life indeed has an end.”
Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind

'LORD VISHNU' P.S.JAGADEESH KUMAR
“Music is the key for the dead soul and love is the key for the living soul”
P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

Nikolai Gogol
“No sooner had the town dropped back than all sort of stuff and nonsense, as is usual with us, began scrawling itself along both sides of the road: tussocks, fir trees, low skimpy stands of young pines, charred trunks of old ones, wild heather, and similar gibberish.”
Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

Nikolai Gogol
“Dar înțelept este cel căruia nu-i repugnă nici un caracter și, țintuindu-l cu privirea scrutătoare, ajunge să-l cunoască până la origine.”
Nikolai Gogol

“The Soul-Hole
(Note: icons in TSH do not necessarily match with formal meanings, they are decorative. There are multiple interprets–like the proverphorical layer cake. Enjoy the cuisine. Once dedicated to they who wish to stuff their pie holes on a diet of fattening sweet nothings).

The Soul–Hole

It was a soul
It had a goal—
(It had a notion–to fill its whole)
Its desire was—to fill its hle
It “dug” wholeheartedly its soul hole 5
To fill its soul and solely occupy the whole
It tried all things to feed its hole—
All sort O’ wants stuffed it–its black h●le
The more it ❽ the more it famished—
Ate its soul—all the more ravished 10
It thought it best
Take More not less—
Spaded it in–the meaningless
Every shovel made
Its hle got deep twice laid— 15
Struck it poor it did–its dirt well paid

◷ne scoop forward tw◑ depths deep
Length doubles t◒◒—its emptying sØul–it keeps
On the w(h)◎le, it went whole hog,
To burrow its hole–this groundhog went agog—
Furrowed it deep—to slop its façade

The more it strode to trench its hole—
A thimbleful empty⨟ no (front) end load
(–Pssst! Its as if it got bit by a pire of soul—
Yea, a soulpire sucked its swhoule dry— 25
Leaving 2wö more empty holes)
It filled but missed
It labored in bliss
Found it it—it abyssed

In dread and fearh it stoked its hole 30
With joyous tear it looped its knot whole
Broke its soil with useless toil
All–to–make it—it–assoiled
Other: “do it have a h ◙ le in its •ead?—?
It needs to fill its head h⌻le–like a hole in its head
(—Fill ⎌ its h ”
Douglas Laurent