#wonderland

The heart never speaks to a mind full of doubts. ↗

— Alice K. Green

#love

Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition. Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . . But first, you hear the crackle of their wings. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#fairies #frost #winter #wonder #wonderland

My kitchen looks like the one from my childhood - very homey, with a little bit of Alice in Wonderland! ↗

— Paris Hilton

#bit #childhood #homey #kitchen #like

Today the traveller on the Nile enters a wonderland at whose gates rise the colossal pyramids of which he has had visions perhaps from earliest childhood. ↗

— James H. Breasted

#colossal #earliest #enters #gates #had

The Alice books belong to a branch of literature that speaks deeply and clearly to the human psyche--stories of the journey. ↗

— Stephanie Lovett Stoffel

#art

History's best thinkers eventually concluded that our flaws were too powerful to trust with freedom. Thus we've been groomed as hamsters in a wheel that benefits a laughing few. No more great works will be accomplished under the regime, because beauty is not democratic or profitable. ↗

— D.B.C. Pierre

#beauty

Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#wonderland #funny

I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#humor #inspirational #philosophy-of-life #psychological #humor

If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#humor #humor

Looking around, I wonder what is it that makes my fellows able to bear such a life. How can they face the day, when I can't? Is there some secret to living that makes its conditions irrelevant? A neutering of expectation, a mastery of the mundane? Or have they just grown accustomed to rape? ↗

— D.B.C. Pierre

#life