#classics

You aren’t really a nigger-lover, then, are you?” “I certainly am. I do my best to love everybody… I’m hard put, sometimes—baby, it’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you. So don’t let Mrs. Dubose get you down. She has enough troubles of her own. ↗

— Harper Lee

#love

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#inspirational #inspirational

The best way to become acquainted with a subject is to write about it. ↗

— Benjamin Disraeli

#classics #inspiration #writing #inspirational

I grew up with the classics. My mom and I would sit and watch "Singin' in the Rain" and "White Christmas" - those kind of movies. ↗

— Lucas Grabeel

#classics #grew #i #kind #mom

Introductions, that is, belong to the masterpieces and classics of the world, to the great and ancient and accepted things; and I am here introducing a short, small story of my own which appeared in The Evening News about ten months ago. ↗

— Arthur Machen

#accepted #ago #am #ancient #appeared

When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear! ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#devil #drama #pact #art

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born. ↗

— Homer

#death #fate #greece #grief #wisdom

Nobody could catch cold by the sea; nobody wanted appetite by the sea; nobody wanted spirits; nobody wanted strength. Sea air was healing, softening, relaxing -- fortifying and bracing -- seemingly just as was wanted -- sometimes one, sometimes the other. If the sea breeze failed, the seabath was the certain corrective; and where bathing disagreed, the sea air alone was evidently designed by nature for the cure. ↗

— Jane Austen

#literature #satire #design

Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#dream #reality #dreams

But the older he grew and the more intimately he came to know his brother, the oftener the thought occurred to him that the power of working for the general welfare – a power of which he felt himself entirely destitute – was not a virtue but rather a lack of something: not a lack of kindly honesty and noble desires and tastes, but a lack of the power of living, of what is called heart – the aspiration which makes a man choose one out of all the innumerable paths of life that present themselves, and desire that alone. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#romances #russian-literature #life