The Return of Tarzan Quotes

“Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart- kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever."

-Jane-”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“...those features are burned so deep into my memory and my heart that I should recognize them anywhere in the world from among a thousand others, who might appear identical to any one but me.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“...my civilization is not even skin deep - it does not go deeper than my clothes.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“The more one knows of one's religion the less one believes - no one living knows more of mine than I.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“...it was his misfortune that most of the men he knew preferred immaculate linen and their clubs to nakedness and the jungle. It was, of course, difficult to understand, yet it was very evident that they did.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“I feel always that I am a prisoner.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“So glorious does love transfigure its object"~Tarzan”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“Later, Thuran also found it necessary to construct a similar primitive garment, so that, with their bare legs and heavily bearded faces, they looked not unlike reincarnations of two prehistoric progenitors of the human race. Thuran acted like one.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“It is the duty of a high priestess to instruct, to interpret — according to the creed that others, wiser than herself, have laid down; but there is nothing in the creed which says that she must believe. The more one knows of one's religion the less one believes — no one living knows more of mine than I. (La of Opar)”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“Your Paris is more dangerous than my savage jungles, Paul," concluded Tarzan,”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“the bridesmaid's hand in his, "Hazel and I think it would be ripping to make it a double wedding." The”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“And then again, had I declared myself I should have robbed the woman I love of the wealth and position that her marriage to Clayton will now insure to her. I could not have done that—could I, Paul?”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“Why, I never did believe it,”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“Waking or sleeping, it seemed that she constantly saw that dark body dropping, swift and silent, into the cold, grim sea.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“I fear that there is something more serious than accident here, Mr. Brently," said the captain.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“The lion was quite close to him now—but a few paces intervened—he crouched, and then, with a deafening roar, he sprang.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“Magnifique!" ejaculated the Countess de Coude, beneath her breath.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“The sailors, goaded by the remorseless pangs of hunger, had eaten their leather belts, their shoes, the sweatbands from their caps, although both Clayton and Monsieur Thuran had done their best to convince them that these would only add to the suffering they were enduring.

Weak and hopeless, the entire party lay beneath the pitiless tropic sun, with parched lips and swollen tongues, waiting for the death they were beginning to crave. The intense suffering of the first few days had become deadened for the three passengers who had eaten nothing, but the agony of the sailors was pitiful, as their weak and impoverished stomachs attempted to cope with the bits of leather with which they had filled them. Tompkins was the first to succumb. Just a week from the day the LADY ALICE went down the sailor died horribly in frightful convulsions.

For hours his contorted and hideous features lay grinning back at those in the stern of the little boat, until Jane Porter could endure the sight no longer. "Can you not drop his body overboard, William?" she asked.

Clayton rose and staggered toward the corpse. The two remaining sailors eyed him with a strange, baleful light in their sunken orbs. Futilely the Englishman tried to lift the corpse over the side of the boat, but his strength was not equal to the task.

"Lend me a hand here, please," he said to Wilson, who lay nearest him.

"Wot do you want to throw 'im over for?" questioned the sailor, in a querulous voice.

"We've got to before we're too weak to do it," replied Clayton. "He'd be awful by tomorrow, after a day under that broiling sun."

"Better leave well enough alone," grumbled Wilson. "We may need him before tomorrow."

Slowly the meaning of the man's words percolated into Clayton's understanding. At last he realized the fellow's reason for objecting to the disposal of the dead man.

"God!" whispered Clayton, in a horrified tone. "You don't mean—"

"W'y not?" growled Wilson. "Ain't we gotta live? He's dead," he added, jerking his thumb in the direction of the corpse. "He won't care.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“Tarzan was wishing that they might walk on thus forever. If the girl were only a man they might. He longed for a friend who loved the same wild life that he loved. He had learned to crave companionship, but it was his misfortune that most of the men he knew preferred immaculate linen and their clubs to nakedness and the jungle. It was, of course, difficult to understand, yet it was very evident that they did.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“He would spend entire days in the foothills, ostensibly searching for gazelle, but on the few occasions that he came close enough to any of the beautiful little animals to harm them he invariably allowed them to escape without so much as taking his rifle from its boot. The ape-man could see no sport in slaughtering the most harmless and defenseless of God's creatures for the mere pleasure of killing. In fact, Tarzan had never killed for "pleasure," nor to him was there pleasure in killing. It was the joy of righteous battle that he loved—the ecstasy of victory. And the keen and successful hunt for food in which he pitted his skill and craftiness against the skill and craftiness of another; but to come out of a town filled with food to shoot down a soft-eyed, pretty gazelle—ah, that was crueller than the deliberate and cold-blooded murder of a fellow man. Tarzan would have none of it, and so he hunted alone that none might discover the sham that he was practicing.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“swarthy,”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“directly to the apartments of his old friend,”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“treble”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“unfailing courtesy and willingness to be of service.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“accede. He felt quite sure that the sacrifice would go on from the”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan