Wonderland Quotes

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Lewis Carroll
“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.”
Lewis Carroll, Jabberwocky and Other Poems

Lewis Carroll
“Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.”
Lewis Carroll

Marissa Meyer
“Impossible is my specialty.”
Marissa Meyer, Heartless

Lewis Carroll
“She who saves a single soul, saves the universe.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

Haruki Murakami
“Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger, and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.”
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

Charles Manson
“We`re not in Wonderland anymore, Alice.”
Charles Manson

A.G. Howard
“I’m in control.
But it’s a lie, because now I’ve tasted him. His lips are salty-sweet with yesterday’s laughter … digging in the black sands beneath Wonderland’s sunshine, playing leapfrog atop mushroom caps, and resting in the shade of black satin wings.

I try to shake off the spell, but he angles his face and deepens the kiss. “Embrace me … embrace your destiny.” He breaks the barrier of my lips, touching his tongue to mine, a sensation too wickedly delicious to deny. As our tongues entwine, his lullaby purrs through my blood and bones, carrying me to the stars.

Behind closed eyes, I’m floating against a velvet sky, lungs filled with night air. On some level, I know I’m still in the middle of a fire-warmed chamber, yet my wings pantomime flight on a cool breeze. I’m dancing with Morpheus in the heavens, no longer imprisoned by gravity.
Fluttering our wings in unison, we twist and whirl a weightless waltz among stars that coil and uncoil in feathery sparks high above Wonderland’s warped and wonderful landscapes. Each time we spin, then return to each other’s arms, I laugh, because at last I’m me.

I’m a me I’ve longed to be in my innermost fantasies—spontaneous, impetuous, and seductive.”
A.G. Howard, Splintered

Raven Gregory
“...Is Wonderland really a wonder...when you have nowhere to land?”
Raven Gregory, Grimm Fairy Tales: Return to Wonderland

Vera Nazarian
“Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry.

Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition.

Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor.

In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . .

But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

A.G. Howard
“ring aroung the roses, the body decomposes.
hush, hush, hush, hush we'll all tumble down
down, down into the deep. Give the twids our souls to keep.
silent slumber on the web, ne'er to raise a restless head
and if we wake the first will come, and sing us back to sleep as one
hush,hush, hush, hush, we'll all tumble down

if we fail to find our rest, sister two will raid our nest.
she'll make us live as broken toys, discarded by the girls and boys.
and no more rest will ever be for we'll be locked in misery
Hush, hush, hush, hush we're all slumbered down”
A.G Howard

Frank Beddor
“For now. But if I ever decide you're useless, you are a dead man."
To be killed by you is to be desired more than a life excluded from your service."
Bravo." Her Imperial Viciousness laughed with genuine feeling. "Bra-vo!”
Frank Beddor, Seeing Redd

Lewis Carroll
“What do you call yourself?" the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!
"I wish I knew!" thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly, "Nothing, just now."
"Think again," it said: "that won't do."
Alice thought, but nothing came of it. "Please, would you tell me what you call yourself?" she said timidly, "I think that might help a little."
"I'll tell you, if you'll come a little further on," the Fawn said. "I can't remember here."
So they walked on together through the wood, Alice with her arms clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air, and shook itself free from Alice's arms. "I'm a Fawn!" it cried out in a voice of delight. "And dear me, you're a human child!" A sudden look of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another moment it had darted away at full speed.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

Lewis Carroll
“I don't know what you mean by 'glory,'" Alice said.

Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. "Of course you don't---till I tell you. I meant 'there's a nice knock-down argument for you!'"

"But glory' doesn't mean 'a nice knock-down argument,'" Alice objected.

"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean---neither more nor less."

"The question is," said Alice, "whether you can make words mean so many different things."

"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "Which is to be master---that's all."

Alive was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a minute Humpty Dumpty began again. "They've a temper, some of them---particularly, verbs, they're the proudest---adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs---however, I can manage the whole lot! Impenetrability! That's what I say!”
Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll
“I always thought they were fabulous monsters!" said the Unicorn. "Is it alive?"
"It can talk," said Haigha, solemnly.
The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said, "Talk, child."
Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: "Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I never saw one alive before!"
"Well, now that we have seen each other," said the Unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?”
Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

Haruki Murakami
“I thought about the screws and their happiness. Maybe they were glad to be free of the eggbeater, to be independent screws, to luxuriate on white trays. It did feel good to see them happy.”
Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

Lewis Carroll
“If you think we're waxworks," he said, "you ought to pay, you know.Waxworks weren't made to be looked at for nothing. Nohow!"
"Contrariwise," added the one marked 'DEE', "if you think we're alive, you ought to speak.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

Joanne Ganci
“One is always on time if time doesn't matter to them, little mouse”
Joanne Ganci, Blue in Wonderland

Liz Braswell
“The tree in the last photo turned out to be a flower.
A swaying flower the size of a house (or perhaps the camera and artist were shrunk small) with lips at the end of her petals. Alice wasn't even sure what kind of flower it was; certainly nothing as easily identifiable as a rose or a jonquil. Even a rose or jonquil with eyes.
"Oh, I bet she can sing!" Alice cried.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Liz Braswell
“Everything was pale grey stone, vaguely pearlescent, like a shell Alice might pick up by the sea and spend several long moments gazing at before deciding to keep or toss. The inside of a purple mussel, perhaps, fascinating in its silveriness that might have been the beginning of a gem- or just a stain from the mud in which it lived.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Liz Braswell
“A momentary feeling overcame her. It wasn't sadness exactly. But it wasn't just nostalgia, either. There was a golden drop of happiness in the feeling, whatever it was, as warming and delightful as sunlight. A memory of old dreams that had worn thin like the comfiest pillowcase one couldn't bear to throw out.
Wonderland.
The details had dimmed long ago but the feelings remained: adventure, magic, fascinating creatures.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Liz Braswell
“She nibbled on a couple of cucumber sandwiches and a slice of cold Welsh rarebit (the cheese had solidified and was a little chewy, just the way she liked it). She wondered what a picture of it would result in: a plate of iced biscuits with the power to cause sudden growth?”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Liz Braswell
“Alice chewed the cake thoughtfully. What had the little treats in Wonderland tasted like? Sweeter, she thought. Would they be too sweet now? Besides growing up and out, there were other changes in her. Given a choice between a fondant-covered petit four and a bit of fat from a juicy roast, she would choose the latter.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Liz Braswell
“A shop had opened and folded out one of its horizontally shuttered windows, locking it so it formed a shelf. On top of this, a baker set out pies to cool- caramel black thistle and ginger worm- along with tiny square seedcakes that smelled amazing. Not that Alice had ever smelled a seedcake before or known beforehand what a good-smelling one smelled like; perhaps time in the bird town was changing her. EAT ME was spelled out in pine nuts upon the top of each cake.
"Let me just try one of these. Perhaps I shall shut up like a telescope," she said, taking one and nibbling at it. The baker's wingy hand slapped ineffectually at her, but there were no other ramifications. The cake was nutty and buttery with a distinct taste of grasshopper.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Liz Braswell
“She grabbed the bottle from the Knave's hand and without a word of apology or excuse tossed the entire contents back. It burned in a cardamomy, cinnamony, peony sort of way.
"Surely this will do something," she thought. "It feels strong!"
"I say," the Knave said, a little dismayed that his quaff had been quorffed.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Liz Braswell
“At the top was a delightful alpine heath with short golden-green grass and scads of beautiful pink and purple flowers that Alice decided not to study more closely. Even though at second glance it became obvious that the glorious sunlight wasn't sparkling off their dew but the petals themselves: each blossom was a jewel, or maybe glass, and chimed gently in the wind.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Liz Braswell
“Oh, a tea rose, most excellent," the Dodo said, delightedly taking in their surroundings. "Just what we need."
Alice was about to admonish him for his nonsense, but of course the tea rose had fat buds that, when closed, made perfect teacups, complete with steaming, delicious-smelling tea within. Actually, a nice cuppa didn't sound too bad right then.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Liz Braswell
“A low table was set with all manners of nibbles and treats- though none of them was sweet. More of the black biscuits, some bright orange cheese, and finger sandwiches that were black with bloody red filling of some sort. Nothing looked appealing in the slightest, though it made a pretty picture.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Liz Braswell
“Each sign was stamped with the rabbit symbol, hastily and sloppily, so white ink ran down and mixed with the red paint on the wood. It made a rather pretty shade of pink, if you didn't pay attention to the meaning.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Marissa Meyer
“But hoping", he said, "is how the impossible can be possible after all.”
Marissa Meyer, Heartless

“Her sad eyes, they were full of wonderful stories.”
Jordan Hoechlin

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