💬 Quotes

"I had the story bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story."

"He seemed a part of the mute melancholy landscape, an embodiment of its frozen woe, with all that was warm and sentient in him fast bound below the surface."

"Guess everything's got to come to an end at some time or other."

"We've always known each other, kind of."

"The inexorable fact was that because you're 'stuck' in a place, you don't merely starve because you're not used to it, you keep on deadeningly and drearily alive, and when gets to be your turn, you die."

"Right down the middle, so we'd fetch up square in the big elm. It's a big tree. It's dead right for it."

"Disko Trott never allowed his crew to waste time when fish were under the keel."

"A man that's blind to his seasickness is apt to be blind to other things."

"As Harvey's limbs filled out and hardened, so did his temper, and he soon learned to take a man's share of the work."

"Up there you work; down here you loaf. But I don't see no manner of use in a fellow loafing his life away."

"The sea had given him a new face and a new set of limbs, and he had learned to know the value of money because he had seen what it cost to drag it out of the cold grey sea."

"It's a great thing for a boy to have a chance to show what's in him before his mother spoils him."

"The world is full of wonderful things, and we've got to find out what they are."

"Mother was always there when they woke up, and she was always bright and 'nice,' and she never seemed to be cross or tired, or if she was, she managed not to let them know it."

"It is quite astonishing how much nicer people are to you if you are nice to them."

"If you really want to do a thing, and keep on wanting to do it, you're bound to happen on the way sooner or later."

"Shared joy is double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow."

"It is a dreadful thing to grow up and not believe in things, but it is worse still to grow up and not be believed in."

"O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear..."

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet..."