literature-quotes

Time went on grey, uncloured, like a long journey where she sat unconscious as the landscape unrolled beside her.

Sneakiness was a form of privacy and privacy here was the first loss.

it is not the first language that is all-important, but which language captures the adolescent's imagination when he or she first discovers literature.

Don't for God's sake speak as saint to sinner, but as you yourself to me myself - poor me!

I love rain because tears can not be seen in rain.

Only when the flower vase will be itself in bloom, only then we got the real wonder of poetry

It was a wonderful experience. She mistrusted his very slumbers--and she seemed to think I could tell her why! Thus a poor mortal seduced by the charm of an apparition might have tried to wring from another ghost the tremendous secret of the claim the other world holds over a disembodied soul astray amongst the passions of this earth. The very ground on which I stood seemed to melt under my feet. And it was so simple too; but if the spirits evoked by our fears and our unrest have ever to vouch for each other's constancy before the forlorn magicians that we are, then I--I alone of us dwellers in the flesh--have shuddered in the hopeless chill of such a task.

A word only writes Its night and ridesIts dream.

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn__ accept?

To the knights of faith nobody believes.

we must bringour own lightto thedarkness.

Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the moon come down to earth.

In our Impulsive nature to write and repulsive nature to read that has led to a decline in literary genius in our times!

Without books, everything would have been crooked. Without books, the wisdom in books today would have been fairy and folk tales. Without books the whole truth about life would have been imaginations and a guessing game

What a face this girl possessed!__ould I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born.

She might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.

Post-structuralism is a reaction to structuralism and works against seeing language as a stable, closed system. It is a shift from seeing the poem or novel as a closed entity, equipped with definite meanings which it is the critic's task to decipher, to seeing literature as irreducibly plural, an endless play of signifiers which can never be finally nailed down to a single center, essence, or meaning.Jan Rybicki, 2003

Words are living things.