Robert Louis Stevenson cytaty

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„Lepiej podróżować z nadzieją niż przybyć do celu.”

„Zbyt często związujemy się z kobietami parą jedwabnych pończoch.”

„Małżeństwo w tym jest podobne do życia, że to pole walki, a nie grządka róż.”

„Talary! Talary! Talary!”

„Jeżeli pozwolicie, żeby jakiś człowiek mówił dostatecznie długo, to znajdzie wyznawców.”

„Tak długo jak jesteśmy kochani, jesteśmy niezastąpieni; i żaden człowiek nie jest bezużyteczny, jeśli ma przyjaciela.”

„Nie możesz uciec przed słabościami, musisz je zwalczyć lub zginąć. I jeśli tak ma być, czemu nie teraz, tam gdzie stoisz?”

„Piętnastu chłopów na Umrzyka Skrzyni –
Jo-ho-ho! i butelka rumu!”

„Przyjaciel – to prezent, jaki robisz sobie samemu.”

“Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business, is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things.”

“Youth now flees on feathered foot.”

“Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.”

“This is still the strangest thing in all man's travelling, that he should carry about with him incongruous memories.”

“It is as natural and as right for a young man to be imprudent and exaggerated, to live in swoops and circles, and beat about his cage like any other wild thing newly captured, as it is for old men to turn gray, or mothers to love their offspring, or heroes to die for something worthier than their lives.”

“The pleasant Land of Counterpane.”

“Doctors is all swabs…and that doctor there, why, what do he know about seafaring men? I been in places hot as pitch, and mates dropping round with Yellow Jack, and the blessed land a-heaving like the sea with earthquakes — what do the doctor know of lands like that?”

“I shall doubtless outlive some troublesome desires; but I am in no hurry about that; nor, when the time comes, shall I plume myself on the immunity just in the same way, I do not greatly pride myself on having outlived my belief in the fairy tales of Socialism. Old people have faults of their own; they tend to become cowardly, niggardly, and suspicious. Whether from the growth of experience or the decline of animal heat, I see that age leads to these and certain other faults; and it follows, of course, that while in one sense I hope I am journeying towards the truth, in another I am indubitably posting towards these forms and sources of error.”

“Here lies one who meant well, tried a little, failed much: — surely that may be his epitaph of which he need not be ashamed.”

“Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle.”

“Be it granted me to behold you again in dying,
Hills of home!”

“There is but one art, to omit.”

“Pieces of eight, pieces of eight, pieces of eight!”

“Am I no a bonny fighter?”

“Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”

“A good conscience is eight parts of courage.”

“A friend is a gift you give yourself.”

“There is no duty we so underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world.”

“Time passes quickly with lovers.”

“A woman can earn her pardon for a good year of disobedience by a single adroit submission.”

“In many ways an artistic nature unfits a man for practical existence.”

“All human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil.”

“A woman loves to be obeyed at first, although afterwards she finds her pleasure in obeying.”

“But the more he is alone with nature, the greater man and his doings bulk in the consideration of his fellow-men.”

“The imagination loves to trifle with what is not.”

“Sanity itself is a kind of convention.”

“Though the coming of the day is still the most inspiriting, yet day's departure, also, and the return of night refresh, renew, and quiet us; and in the pastures of the dusk we stand, like cattle, exulting in the absence of the load.”