Giulia > Giulia's Quotes

“I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“Anni, amori e bicchieri di vino, nun se contano mai.”’ ‘“Years, lovers and glasses of wine; these things must not be counted.”
― Anthony Capella, The Food of Love

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“Eine Move bin ich von keinem Land,
Meine Heimat nenne ich keinen Srrand,
Mich bindet nicht Ort und nicht Stelle;
Ich fliege von Welle zu Welle.

A seagull am I without a land,
Or any shore to call my home.
No place can hold me fast
As I fly from wave to wave.”
― Empress Elizabeth

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Wild Years

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“When a man is in despair, it means that he still believes in something.”
― Dmitri Shostakovich

“The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too”
― Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

“Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
― Fitzgerald F. Scott, The Great Gatsby

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anais Nin

“I don’t want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.”
― Carrie Fisher

“Serve God, love me, and mend.:”
― William Shakespeare

“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.”
― Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca

“These fragments I have shored against my ruins”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems

“We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.”
― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

“Politeness is organized indifference.”
― Paul Valéry

“It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.”
― Marcel Proust

“And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.”
― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., A Man Without a Country

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Why am I always looking at life through a window?”
― Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

“People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.”
― Søren Kierkegaard