Quotes to inspire and reflect

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark.

You know a real friend? Someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone.

The tragedy is when you’ve got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small silly presents every so often just to save it from drying out completely.

WHAT DRAWS PEOPLE TO BE FRIENDS IS THAT THEY SEE THE SAME TRUTH. THEY SHARE IT.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,

 

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

 

’Tis better to have loved and lost

 

Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

 

My only love sprung from my only hate!

 

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

 

Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment,

 

A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

 

I rang them up while touring Timbucktoo, Those bosom chums to whom you’re known as “Who?”

 

I am the son of the first fish who climbed ashore but the news has not yet reached my bowels.

 

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day.

 

O vocables of love, The end of an end is an echo, A last cry follows a last cry. Finality of finality Is perfection’s touch of folly.

 

It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.

 

Love is and was my lord and king.

 

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.

 

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

 

He seems so near, and yet so far.

 

’Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. 3

 

And o’er the hills and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Through all the world she followed him.

 

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal’d: I strove against the stream and all in vain: Let the great river take me to the main: No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; Ask me no more.

 

This is my son, mine own Telemachus.

 

In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

 

a fruitless enterprise, a great mistake, a decrepit frenzy, and rightly viewed, a corpse, some dust, a shadow, mere nothingness.

 

There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young.

 

“I hate you, I hate you!” cried Madeline, a thing I didn’t know anyone ever said except in the second act of a musical comedy.

Everything has gone from me but the certaintyof your goodness. I cant go on spoiling your life any longer. I dont think two people could havebeen happier than we have been.

On account of it [“the Love that dare not speak its name”] I am placed where I am now. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it. It is intellectual, and it repeatedly exists between an elder and a younger man, when the elder man has intellect, and the younger man has all the joy, hope, and glamour of life before him.

The “Love that dare not speak its name” in this century is such a great affection of an elder for a younger man as there was between David and Jonathan, such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michael Angelo and Shakespeare.

In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.

Rabbit realized the world was not solid and benign, it was a shabby set of temporaryarrangements rigged up for the time being, all for the sake of the money. You just passedthrough, and they milked you for what youwere worth, mostly when you were young andgullible.

We said there warn’t no home like a raft, afterall. Other places do seem so cramped up andsmothery, but a raft don’t. You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on a raft.

Thanksgiving Day . Let us all give humble, hearty, and sincere thanks, now, but the turkeys. In the island of Fiji they do not use turkeys; they use plumbers. It does not become you and me to sneer at Fiji.

I had three chairs in my house; one forsolitude, two for friendship; three for society.When visitors came in larger and unexpectednumbers there was but the third chair for themall, but they generally economized the room bystanding up.

And there could I marvel my birthday

A child’s

But for the lovers, their arms

They told him that their ancestors had fled the disorders of Ch’in times and, havingtaken refuge here with wives and childrenand neighbors, had never ventured out again; consequently they had lost all contact with the outside world.

Hail, fellow, well met,

Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift . . . that’s nausea.

On Christmas Day it is proclaimed that Christianity established peace on earth and good will towards men. Next day the Christian, with refreshed soul, goes back to the manufacture of submarines and torpedoes.

Remember, remember always that all of us, and you and I especially, are descended from immigrants and revolutionists.

Equal to the gods seems to me that man who sits facing you and hears you nearby sweetly speaking and softly laughing. This sets my heart to fluttering in my breast, for when I look on you a moment, then can I speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a cold sweat bathes me, and a trembling seizes me all over, and I am paler than grass, and I feel that I am near to death.