Exotic Extracts From English Literature
 

[SIZE="4"][COLOR="Navy"][FONT="Century Gothic"]"I did not care what I was getting into. . . . I did not love Catherine Barkley nor had any idea of loving her. This was a game, like bridge, in which you said things instead of playing cards. Like bridge you had to pretend you were playing for money or playing for some stakes. Nobody had mentioned what the stakes were."
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[SIZE="4"][U][I][FONT="Century Gothic"][CENTER] 'Farewell to Arms' by Hemingway[/CENTER][/FONT][/I][/U][/SIZE]

[CENTER] [B][I][COLOR="Sienna"]A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reigh secure; and, in my choice,
To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
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[U]'Paradise Lost' by Milton.
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[COLOR="Blue"][SIZE="4"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.”

Paulo Coelho, Alchemist[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[CENTER][SIZE="4"][B]Cassius:[/B][/SIZE][/CENTER]

[SIZE="5"][COLOR="DarkSlateBlue"][CENTER] "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings."[/CENTER][/COLOR][/SIZE]
[CENTER][U][SIZE="4"]Julius Caesar (I, ii, 140-141) by Shakespeare[/SIZE][/U][/CENTER]

Well ...I believe, when statesmen forsake their own private conscience for the sake of their public duties... they lead their country by a short route to chaos. Thomas More,from "A Man For All Seasons" by Robert Bolt.

[CENTER][SIZE="5"][FONT="Century Gothic"][COLOR="Sienna"]"Life isn't hard to manage when you've nothing to lose."

"You cannot know about [happiness] unless you have it"[/COLOR][/FONT]


[I][U]FareWell to Arms by Hemingway[/U][/I][/SIZE][/CENTER]

[COLOR="Blue"][SIZE="4"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[B][CENTER][SIZE="4"][FONT="Century Gothic"][COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Earth, gape! O no, it will not harbor me.
You stars that reigned at my nativity,
Whose influence hath allotted death and hell,
Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist
Into the entrails of yon laboring cloud,
That when you vomit forth into the air
My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths,
So that my soul may but ascend to heaven.
. . .
O God, if thou wilt not have mercy on my soul,
. . .
Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years,
A hundred thousand, and at last be saved.
. . .
Cursed be the parents that engendered me:
No, Faustus, curse thy self, curse Lucifer,
That hath deprived thee of the joys of heaven.
. . .
My God, my God, look not so fierce on me!
. . .
Ugly hell gape not! Come not, Lucifer!
I’ll burn my books—ah, Mephastophilis![/COLOR][/FONT]


[I][U]Dr.Faustus by Marlowe[/U][/I][/SIZE][/CENTER][/B]

[COLOR="Blue"][SIZE="4"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing. — Macbeth

(Act V, Scene V)[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing. — Macbeth

(Act V, Scene V)[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/QUOTE]

[SIZE="4"]Brilliant ! :) What a splendid definition of life ![/SIZE]
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“Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name?
[I] [U][CENTER]I have given you my soul; leave me my name!”[/CENTER][/U] [/I][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE]

[CENTER][U][I][SIZE="5"]― Arthur Miller, The Crucible[/SIZE][/I][/U][/CENTER]