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]

[SIZE="4"]“From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.”

[I][U][CENTER]― Franz Kafka, The Trial[/CENTER][/U][/I][/SIZE]

[CENTER][SIZE="4"]Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see:
She has deceived her father, and may thee.

[B]___________[/B]

Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.

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Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

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Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.
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Othello by Shakespeare[/U][/I][/SIZE][/CENTER]

[SIZE="4"][COLOR="Blue"]“When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tombs of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow; when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great Day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together”[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="4"][COLOR="Magenta"]Jude the obscure by Thomas Hardy[/COLOR][/SIZE]

Note: [B][COLOR="Black"]This is originally written by Joseph Addison but Thomas Hardy has used this extract in his novel Jude The Obscure.[/COLOR][/B]

[CENTER][SIZE="4"][COLOR="Black"]"They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force--nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others."[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="4"][COLOR="Black"]"And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect."

"We live as we dream--alone"[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE="4"][COLOR="Magenta"]Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[B][CENTER][SIZE="3"][COLOR="Blue"]"Know then thyself, presume not God to scan
The proper study of Mankind is Man"[/COLOR][/SIZE][/CENTER][/B]
[CENTER]~ An epigrammatic couplet from [I][B]An Essay On Man[/B][/I] by [B]Alexander Pope[/B][/CENTER]

[COLOR="Sienna"][/COLOR]God made the angels to show him splendour- as he made animals for innocence and plants for their simplicity . But Man he made to serve him wittily , in the tangel of his mind. A Man for All Season by Robert Bolt

[CENTER][SIZE="4"]Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.

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Mend your speech a little,
Lest it may mar your fortunes.

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I want that glib and oily art
To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend,
I'll do't before I speak.

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Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides

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Who is it that can tell me who I am?

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He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.

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When we are born we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.
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King Lear by Shakespeare[/U][/I][/SIZE][/CENTER]

[CENTER][SIZE="4"]“The tyrant is a child of Pride
Who drinks from his sickening cup
Recklessness and vanity,
Until from his high crest headlong
He plummets to the dust of hope.”

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“Alas, how terrible is wisdom
when it brings no profit to the man that's wise!

[B]________________[/B]

“The truth is what I cherish and that's my strength”

[B]_________________[/B]

“Fear? What has a man to do with fear? Chance rules our lives, and the future is all unknown. Best live as we may, from day to day.”

[B]__________________[/B]

“How dreadful the knowledge of the truth can be
When there’s no help in truth.” [/SIZE]


[SIZE="5"][I][U] Oedipus Rex by Sophocles [/U][/I][/SIZE][/CENTER]

[SIZE="4"][CENTER][I][U]You didn't love her[/U][/I][/CENTER]

You just didn't want to be alone.Or may be,may be she was just good for your ego.Or,or may be she made you feel better about your miserable life,but you didn't love her.Because you don't destroy people you love.

[CENTER]-Grey's Anatomy-[/CENTER][/SIZE]

Talent is God-given; be humble.
Fame is man-given; be thankful.
Conceit is self-given; be careful.
- John Wooden

We come nearest to the great
when we are great in humility.
- Rabindranath Tagore

Real excellence and humility are
not incompatible one with the other,
on the contrary they are twin sisters.
- Jean Baptiste Lacordaire

[CENTER][SIZE="3"][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]“My name is Thomas,” said the boy.
“Oh, okay, Thomas. I hear you good at math.”
“I’m good at everything.”
“Like what?”
“Civics, geography, English …” His voice trailed off as though
he could have cited many more subjects he was good at.
“You’ll go far, son.”
“And I’ll go deep.”
Frank laughed at the impudence of the eleven-year-old.
“What sport you play?” he asked, thinking maybe the boy
needed a little humility. But Thomas gave him a look so cold
Frank was embarrassed. “I mean …”

“I know what you mean,” he said and, as a counterpoint or
afterthought, he looked Frank up and down and said, “You
shouldn’t drink.”
“Got that right.”
A short silence followed while Thomas placed a folded
blanket on top of a pillow, tucking both under his dead arm. At
the bedroom door he turned to Frank. “Were you in the war?”
“I was.”
“Did you kill anybody?”
“Had to.”
“How did it feel?”
“Bad. Real bad''
“That’s good. That it made you feel bad. I’m glad.”
“How come?”
“It means you’re not a liar.”
“You are deep, Thomas.” Frank smiled. “What you want to
be when you grow up?”
Thomas turned the knob with his left hand and opened the
door. “A man,” he said and left

An except from Home by Toni Morrison[/FONT][/SIZE][/CENTER]

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‘Milord,’ he says (and he means you), ‘the court has before it today a case no less clear
than the task of the executioner. The accused has stretched out his neck beneath the heavy
blade of justice, and there is no question but that this blade must fall. For he has blood on
his hands, Milord. Young blood. The blood of a child. He killed not out of anger, not out of
scheme or plan or design. He killed as a serpent kills that which it does not intend to eat:
he killed out of indifference. He killed because his nature is to kill, because the death of a
child has no meaning for him.
‘There can be no doubt here, Milord; no more facts exist to be found. The balancing of
scales awaits, Milord; redress for wrong is come. Tender humanity screams in fear,
confronted by such a monster, and conscience weeps with rage. The law licks its lips at the
prospect of punishing such a one, and justice can shut its eyes today, so easy is its task.’
The prosecutor pauses, his words leaping about the courtroom like shadows cast by
unsheathed knives in the flickering light of some dying candle.
‘For this, Milord, is his crime …’

Excerpt From Moth Smoke[/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER]

[SIZE="3"][B][CENTER][FONT="Palatino Linotype"][COLOR="DarkRed"]On this day i.e. 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, walked into the River Ouse near her home, and drowned herself.

Here is her last note to her husband she wrote:

'Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.

Woolf's body was not found until 18 April 1941. Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk's House, their home in Rodmell, Sussex.[/COLOR][/FONT][/CENTER][/B][/SIZE]

[I][SIZE="3"][B]Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt
preserve me from trouble; thou shalt
compass me about with songs of deliverance.
—PSALMS 32:7

A simple child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
—WORDSWORTH

Extracted from ''Concealed in Death '' by J.D.Robb [/B][/SIZE][/I]

Wordsworth: A great poet of nature.
“For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing often times,
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturb me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting sun,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of meadows and the woods
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye, and ear,--both what they half create,
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise.
In nature and the language of sense
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.”
“Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.”

life is not a bed of roses
 

[COLOR="Purple"][SIZE="2"][FONT="Arial Black"]"When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions".[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]
- (Hamlet Quote Act IV, Scene V).

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

"He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet."

“I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do.
I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me,
which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld,
or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.”

― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre.

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Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.