Classics Quotes

Classics Quote of the day

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

A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.

There is remedy for all things except death - Don Quixote De La Mancha

Time, which sees all things, has found you out.

Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

I shall never be converted, and I shall remain true to my old religion of the classics until my life's end.

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

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.

O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.

I’ve always found that the better the book I’m reading, the smarter I feel, or, at least, the more able I am to imagine that I might, someday, become smarter.

Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.

If there really is such a thing as turning in one's grave, Shakespeare must get a lot of exercise.

I have a Greek-American friend who named her daughter "Nike" and is often asked why she chose to name her offspring after a sneaker.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.

I do not want to be a relative and passive being, anywhere. I want to live and love and write.

Learn whom God has ordered you to be, and in what part of human affairs you have been placed.

The commercial work of today is the classics of tomorrow.

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.

and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon.

There are people who, the more you do for them, the less they will do for themseselves.

It is well known how the monks wrote silly lives of Catholic Saints over the manuscripts on which the classical works of ancient heathendom had been written.

The Biblical language was so deeply embedded in the great man's mind that it became his normal way of speaking.

But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures. We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days.

The modern cheap and fertile press, with all its translations, has done little to bring us nearer to the heroic writers of antiquity.

I wish I had done everything on earth with you

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

Truth is such a rare thing it is delightful to tell it,

You are a curse in my life!

You're on your own little quest, an there's a bit of Frodo Baggins in you, and a bit of Verne's Paganel, and just a tiny drop of Robinson Cursoe, and a smidgeon of Radishchev.

Nothing is Lie until you get to know the truth, as nothing is false in Dream until you get to know that i'm Dreamer.

I came trusting them. They beat me with rods of dullness. They don't know, they don't understand how agonizing their complacent dullness is. Like ants and August sun on a wound." - Carol Kennicott

By reading older books we get a taste of the conversation of Heaven.

Have any sheep been seen walking out of the Library with seagoing adventurers clinging to their wool?

Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.

Either I'm changing very quickly, and everything is standing still, or I'm the one standing still and everything is changing around me. Either way, I'm out of joint with the world.

When Henry handed her a cup of punch she whispered, "If you want to go on with the seniors or anything I'll be alright."Henry smiled at her. "You're my date, Scout.

A classic is read not to enjoy but only to be boast about it.

By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles, " noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these days?

I've never met anyone as kind as you are, except me Mum, o' course." --Benjamin Trimmel to Lady Alexandra.

Think of this- that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.

I always find that after reading books written by Jane Austen that I speak much more properly, at least for a while.

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

A great nose may be an indexOf a great soul

A sense of the divine presence and indwelling bears the soul towards heaven as upon the wings of eagles.

The gods do not visit you to remind you what you know already.

I live not in myself, but I becomePortion of that around me: and to meHigh mountains are a feeling, but the humof human cities torture.