Interesting, well written and has potential to enhance the reader’s life. We thoughtfully gather quotes from our favorite books, both classic and current, andĬhoose the ones that are most thought-provoking. For all of us, quotes are a great way to remember a bookĪnd to carry with us the author’s best ideas. For some of us a quote becomes a mantra, a goal or a More via texts, memes and sound bytes, short but profound quotes from books have become Memorable and interesting quotes from great books. ― Arthur Rimbaud, quote from IlluminationsīookQuoters is a community of passionate readers who enjoy sharing the most meaningful, For since they have been dissipated-oh! the precious stones being buried and the opened flowers!-it’s unbearable! and the Queen, the Witch who lights her fire in the earthen pot will never tell us what she knows, and what we do not know.” Gush, pond,-Foam, roll on the bridge and over the woods -black palls and organs, lightning and thunder, rise and roll -waters and sorrows rise and launch the Floods again. Then in the violet and budding forest, Eucharis told me it was spring. Ever after the moon heard jackals howling across the deserts of thyme, and eclogues in wooden shoes growling in the orchard. And Hotel Splendid was built in the chaos of ice and of the polar night. Mass and first communions were celebrated at the hundred thousand altars of the cathedral. Madame *** installed a piano in the Alps. A door banged and in the village square the little boy waved his arms, understood by weather vanes and cocks on steeples everywhere, in the bursting shower. In the big glass house, still dripping, children in mourning looked at the marvelous pictures. Blood flowed at Blue Beard’s,-through slaughterhouses, in circuses, where the windows were blanched by God’s seal. In the dirty main street, stalls were set up and boats were hauled toward the sea, high tiered as in old prints. Oh! the precious stones that began to hide,-and the flowers that already looked around. “AFTER THE DELUGE AS SOON as the idea of the Deluge had subsided, A hare stopped in the clover and swaying flower-bells, and said a prayer to the rainbow, through the spider’s web.
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