Quotes Andrea Likes

[petitezephyr-blog]

Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt and live like it’s heaven on Earth.

Mark Twain (via theweirdthewonderful)

[quotesandrealikes]

Gil: I'm a huge Mark Twain fan. I think you can make the case that all modern American literature comes from Huckleberry Finn.

Ernest Hemingway: Do you box?

Gil: No. Well... Not really, no.

[quotesandrealikes]

Yes. It was a good book because it was an honest book, and that's what war does to men. And there's nothing fine and noble about dying in the mud unless you die gracefully. And then it's not only noble but brave.

Ernest Hemingway in Midnight in Paris

[quotesandrealikes]

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

George Orwell - 1984, the first sentence

[quotesandrealikes]

Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?

- Albert Camus

[quotesandrealikes]

Eighty percent of success if showing up.

Woody Allen

[nevver]

The first rule of success

[observando]

[liquidnight]

I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via funeral)

[misswallflower]

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via misswallflower)

[quotesandrealikes]

You give me miles and miles of mountains And I'll ask for the sea

Damien Rice - Volcano

[quotesandrealikes]

Life taught me long ago that music and poetry are the most beautiful things on earth that life can give us. Except for love, of course.

Jaroslav Seifert - To Be a Poet

[quotesandrealikes]

Qui cherche l'infini n'a qu'à fermer les yeux.

Milan Kundera

[quotesandrealikes]

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

Milan Kundera

[growingcountries-deactivated201]

My heart was a hysterical, unreliable organ.

Vladimir Nabokov (via galini)

[dream-within-a-dream]

[thethingaboutwords]

“Are you very much in love with him?” he asked. She did not answer for some time, but stood gazing at the landscape. “I wish I knew,” she said at last. He shook his head. “Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.” “One may lose one’s way.” “All ways end at the same point, my dear Gladys.” “What is that?” “Disillusion.”

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via thethingaboutwords)