“She was only a prostitute, but she had the nicest face I ever came across.”
George Carlin book Brain Droppings
Source: Brain Droppings
Source: Gone with the Wind
“She was only a prostitute, but she had the nicest face I ever came across.”
George Carlin book Brain Droppings
Source: Brain Droppings
“It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald book The Beautiful and Damned
Source: The Beautiful and Damned
“Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed.”
Ursula K. Le Guin (1929–2018) American writer
Source: Earthsea Books, The Tombs of Atuan (1971), Chapter 11, "The Western Mountains"
Laurie Faria Stolarz (1972) American writer
Source: White Is for Magic
Greta Garbo (1905–1990) Swedish-American actress
Marie Dressler, My Own Story as Told to Mildred Harrington (1934)
Suzanne Collins (1962) American television writer and novelist
Source: The Hunger Games trilogy, The Hunger Games (2008), p. 3
“I neither want to die nor do I want to want to die; I want to live for ever and ever and ever.”
Miguel de Unamuno (1864–1936) 19th-20th century Spanish writer and philosopher
The Tragic Sense of Life (1913), III : The Hunger of Immortality
Context: Glorious is the risk! — καλος γαρ ο κινδυνος, glorious is the risk that we are able to run of our souls never dying … Faced with this risk, I am presented with arguments designed to eliminate it, arguments demonstrating the absurdity of the belief in the immortality of the soul; but these arguments fail to make any impression on me, for they are reasons and nothing more than reasons, and it is not with reasons that the heart is appeased. I do not want to die — no; I neither want to die nor do I want to want to die; I want to live for ever and ever and ever. I want this "I" to live — this poor "I" that I am and that I feel myself to be here and now, and therefore the problem of the duration of my soul, of my own soul, tortures me.
“I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.”
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926) Austrian poet and writer