💬 Quotes

"The bank, the monster, has to have profits all the time. It can’t wait. It’ll die. No, taxes go on. But we’ll die. No, the monster’s sick. Something’s wrong with the monster."

"Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of."

"If you’re in trouble or hurt or need—go to poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help—the only ones."

"The western land, nervous under the beginning change. The western land, nervous under the new, cold wind of the depression."

"I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell truth, I tell what ought to be truth."

"We’ve had this date with each other from the beginning!"

"Whoever you are—I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."

"There are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark—that sort of make everything else seem—unimportant."

"I am one of those enthusiastic spirits who want to live and breathe, and I've been pushed around, and now I'm going to be pushed around no more!"

"Don't you ever talk that way to me! 'Pig—Polack—disgusting—vulgar—greasy!'—them kind of words have been on your tongue and your sister's too much around here!"

"I consider it a very great misfortune, as well as a very great fault, to be a person of consequence in one's own estimation, and of none in that of others."

"I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious opportunities are gone for ever."

"There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted."

"We are all apt to believe what we wish is true; and it is no wonder that I should have been so blinded by my own hopes."

"You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious opportunities are gone for ever."

"All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one, you need not covet it) is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone."

"What is the meaning of life? That was all—a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark."

"She had the feeling that it was very short, life so short, and that it was already half over, and that it was a great waste of time, and that the only thing to do was to make one's self useful."

"It was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge."

"One wanted, she thought, dipping her brush deliberately, to be on a level with ordinary experience, to feel simply that’s a chair, that’s a table, and yet at the same time, it’s a miracle, it’s an ecstasy."