LibrarianCarina’s most recent Quotables

The whole world of thought lay unexplored before me, - a world of which I had already caught large and tempting glimpses, and I did not like to feel the horizon shutting me in, even to so pleasant a corner as this.

Beautiful faces are those that wear
Whole-souled honesty printed there.

We are the universe, trying to understand itself.

things change:
authors and wizards are not
always to be trusted:
nobody can explain a dragon

Children known perfectly well that unicorns aren't real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are good books, are true books.

Days, in melting purple dying.

Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book-friends.

I am never afraid of what I know.

Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it.

Don't be too eager for my heaven, sweet dear. Gates of pearl are as imprisoning as gates of iron. Mortal life's the thing. Into mortal things - blood feuds and incestuous affairs and deadly politics - even angels long to look.

I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.

Originality usually amounts only to plagiarizing something unfamiliar.

The education of females has been exclusively directed to fit them for displaying to advantage the charms of youth and beauty...though well to decorate the blossom, it is far better to prepare for the harvest.

...the truth is the hardest missile one can be pelted with.

Any woman can be wife and mother; and hundreds have been queens. My husband. My children. To center your life upon these five or six, to be bound and shut in with everything that concerns...each day filled - so filled - with the thousand occupations that help or comfort them, that finally one sinks into the grave loved and honored, but as ignorant as the day one was born -

Ethics flourishes in the timeless soil of Fantasy, where ideologies wither on the vine.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.

He who influences the thought of his times, influences all the times that follow. He has made his impress on eternity.

Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.

The man who has no imagination has no wings