Quotes

[Faust]

interest1 is lovesick!!!

[interest1]

Cute, E.

I love it when you try to bait me. *wink



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[david s]

Friend sent me earlier today

Sophie Tucker

"From birth to age eighteen, a girl needs good parents. From eighteen to thirty-five she needs good looks. From thirty-five to fifty-five, she needs a good personality. From fifty-five on, she needs good cash."

Of course the same could be said for a boy

Sophie Tucker (for the new millenium)

"From birth to age eighteen, a boy needs good parents. From eighteen to thirty-five he needs good looks. From thirty-five to fifty-five, he needs a good personality. From fifty-five on, he needs good cash."

[Faust]

There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after one of those dreamless nights that make us almost enamoured of death, or one of those nights of horror and misshapen joy, when through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself, and instinct with that vivid life that lurks in all grotesques, and that lends to Gothic art its enduring vitality, this art being, one might fancy, especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie. Gradually white fingers creep through the curtains, and they appear o tremble. In black fantastic shapes, dumb shadows crawl into the corners of the room, and crouch there. Outside, there is the stirring of birds among the leaves, or the sound of men going forth to their work, or the sigh and sob of the wind coming down from the hills, and wandering round the silent house, as though it feared to wake he sleepers, and yet must needs call forth sleep from her purple cave. Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern. The wan mirrors get back their mimic life. The flameless tapers stand where we had left them, and beside them lies the half-cut book that we had been studying, or the wired flower that we had worn at the ball, or the letter that we had been afraid to read, or that we had read too often. Nothing seems to us changed. out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off, and there steal over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits, or a wild longing, it may be, that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours, and be changed, or have other secretes, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness, and the memories of pleasure their pain.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[Faust]

"The gods are strange. It is not of our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving."

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis.

[Fuuma]

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats

[Acid, Bitter and Sad]

Yeats

That's beautiful! i first heard it quoted in Sir Ken Robinson's talk on ted.com

[Fade to Black]

my favorite Yeats: "The best lack all conviction, while the worst/Are full of passionate intensity."

[doldrums]

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats

this is fucking gorgeous. thank you.

[Faust]

To have become a deeper man is the privilege of those who have suffered.

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis.

[Fade to Black]

i like that one, have never read Wilde but isn't the sort of quote I would have expected based on a general assumption.

[Faust]

/\ Indeed. De Profundis is very uncharacteristic of Wilde - it's a 75 page letter he wrote from prison to his former lover, who has ruined him. Let's just say there is quite a number of revelations in there that Wilde has made for himself.

I think Wilde is often misread. Many people see the quotes from his plays and stories and they take Wilde to be an amoral Hedonist, but he was nothing of the sort. With him one must always ask that basic question, is it the author speaking, or his character?

[MASUGNEN]

I hate quotes.

[Faust]

Can I quote you on that?

[stefker]

Churchill answering to Labour politician Bessie Braddock:

Bessie Braddock: Winston, you are drunk, and what's more, you are disgustingly drunk.
Winston Churchill: Bessie, my dear, you are ugly, and what's more, you are disgustingly ugly. But tomorrow I shall be sober and you will still be disgustingly ugly.