Classics to read this winter
Frankenstein: “I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
Eugene Onegin: “Sauvage, sad, silent, as timid as the sylvan doe, in her own family she seemed a strangeling.”
A Hero of Our Time: “Everyone read signs of non-existent evil traits in my features. But since they were expected to be there, they did make their appearance. Because I was reserved, they said I was sly, so I grew reticent. I was keenly aware of good and evil, but instead of being indulged, I was insulted and so I became spiteful. I was sulky while other children were merry and talkative, but though I felt superior, I was considered inferior. So I grew envious. I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.”
Jane Eyre: “Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!”
La Dame aux Camélias: “Her delight in the smallest things was like that of a child. There were days when she ran in the garden, like a child of ten, after a butterfly or a dragon-fly. This courtesan who had cost more money in bouquets than would have kept a whole family in comfort, would sometimes sit on the grass for an hour, examining the simple flower whose name she bore.”
Anna Karenina: “Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.”
The Brothers Karamazov: “I think the devil doesn’t exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.”
Thus Spoke Zarathustra: “I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
Dracula: “Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.”
Doctor Zhivago: “Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labour, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!”
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