Quote-a-Thon

Classic Quote-a-Thon: Day 31 (Time to share YOUR favorites!)

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All human wisdom is summed up in these two words: “Wait and hope.”

-Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

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All right, folks, that’s a wrap on this month’s Classic Quote-a-Thon! I hope you enjoyed it and swear to go easier on your inbox in the future.

And now, of course, it’s your turn. My voracious Quotes Collection will love you forever, in whatever way a Google Doc can love, if you do us the honor of sharing some of YOUR favorite quotes in the comments. And don’t feel bound by the classics. Feed us whatever you like—the Collection is no picky eater!

Happy reading, and happy quoting.

Classic Quote-a-Thon: Day 24

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Padma — did you have, when you were little, a world of your own? A tin orb, on which were imprinted the continents and oceans and polar ice? Two cheap metal hemispheres, clamped together by a plastic stand? No, of course not; but I did. It was a world full of labels: Atlantic Ocean and Amazon and Tropic of Capricorn. And, at the North Pole, it bore the legend: MADE AS ENGLAND. By the August of the nodding signboards and the rapaciousness of the Narlikar women, this tin world had lost its stand; I found Scotch Tape and stuck the earth together at the Equator, and then, my urge for play overcoming my respect, began to use it as a football. In the aftermath of the Sabarmati affair, when the air was filled with the repentance of my mother and the private tragedies of Methwold’s heirs, I clanked my tin sphere around the Estate, secure in the knowledge that the world was still in one piece (although held together by adhesive tape) and also at my feet.

-Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children

Classic Quote-a-Thon: Day 22

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With much interest I sat watching him. Savage though he was, and hideously marred about the face—at least to my taste—his countenance yet had a something in it which was by no means disagreeable. You cannot hide the soul. Through all his unearthly tattooings, I thought I saw the traces of a simple honest heart; and in his large, deep eyes, fiery black and bold, there seemed tokens of a spirit that would dare a thousand devils.

-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick