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| 7203cf6 | She didn't want to know -how- a thing was done, but -why-. That can be embarrassing. You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor girl's better off dead. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 8222744 | By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| ab5fcb2 | Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine. | mgg ray-bradbury time | Ray Bradbury | |
| 6ce6ecb | He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out. Darkness. He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door an.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 3b2d7db | The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 8c15102 | Le cose che voi cercate, Montag, sono su questa terra, ma il solo modo per cui l'uomo medio potra vederne il novantanove per cento sara un libro. | books citazioni fahrenheit-451 italiano letteratura libri quotes | Ray Bradbury | |
| 1cac7a6 | Well, I've kept you waiting long enough," he said, peering at me from that distance which drinking adds between people and which, at odd turns in the evening, seems closeness itself." | drunk intimacy | Ray Bradbury | |
| 4a673fb | Montag said nothing but stood looking at the women's faces as he had once looked at the faces of saints in a strange church he had entered when he was a child. The faces of those enameled creatures meant nothing to him, though he talked to them and stood in that church for a long time, trying to know what that religion was, trying to get enough of the raw incense and special dust of the place into his lungs and thus into his blood to feel t.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| c674092 | There was a crash like the falling parts of a dream fashioned out of warped glass, mirrors, and crystal prisms. | nightmares | Ray Bradbury | |
| f528bd2 | And just holding her hand would be good. Can you understand that? Do you know that holding someone's hand can be `the' thing? Such a thing that your hands move while not moving. You can remember a thing like that, rather than any other thing about a night, all your life. Just holding hands can mean more, I believe it. When everything is repeated, and over, and familiar, it's the first things rather than the last that count. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2ff7e98 | Feel," said Driscoll, his hands and arms out loosely. "Remember how you used to run when you were a kid, and how the wind felt. Like feathers on your arms. You ran and thought any minute you'd fly, but you never quite did." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 4c5b33e | I never thought of God as humorous," said Father Stone. "The Creator of the platypus, the camel, the ostrich, and man? Oh, come now!" | Ray Bradbury | ||
| c2c2fa3 | But most of all, I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they are going. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 0b49345 | We'll go on the river. He looked at the old railroad tracks. Or we'll go that way. Or we'll walk on the highways now, and we'll have time to put things into ourselves. And some day, after it sets in us a long time, it'll come out our hands and our mouths. And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right. We'll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walks around and talks, the way it really looks. .. | start world | Ray Bradbury | |
| d77850d | He lay far across the room from her, on a winter island separated by an empty sea. She talked to him for what seemed a long while and she talked about this and she talked about that and it was only words, like the words he had heard once in a nursery at a friend's house, a two-year-old child building word patters, like jargon, making pretty sounds in the air. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e7c634d | You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. | unhappiness | Ray Bradbury | |
| cb4d7a7 | He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow. | star-dust stars | Ray Bradbury | |
| 5b02e60 | So now do you see why books are hated and feared? The show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, pore less, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 5dc552a | She was too wonderful a character to be allowed to die and I realize now that I should have allowed her to appear at hte end of my book. [Ray writes about the character Clarisse] | Ray Bradbury | ||
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| ab9af58 | I hate a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| c8ab586 | Most of us can't rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a475484 | Once upon a time! What kind of talk is that? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 7d760c9 | The scythe fell and lay in the grass like a lost smile. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| fc86098 | We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 5812245 | Now let's take up the minorities in our civilization, shall we? Bigger the population, the more minorities. Don't step on the toes of the dog-lovers, the cat-lovers, doctors, lawyers, merchants, chiefs, Mormons, Baptists, Unitarians, second-generation Chinese, Swedes, Italians, Germans, Texans, Brooklynites, Irishmen, people from Oregon or Mexico. The people in this book, this play, this TV serial are not meant to represent any actual paint.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e73b2ad | Douglas opened one eye. And everything, absolutely everything, was there. The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e4b1714 | The writer must let his fingers run out the story of his characters, who, being only human and full of strange dreams and obsessions, are only too glad to run. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 4af3c89 | Go, children. Run and read. Read and run. Show and tell. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 6c73987 | There it is." And he watched with now-gentle sorrow and now-quick delight, and at last quiet acceptance as all the bits and pieces of his house mixed, stirred, settled, poised, and ran steadily again. "The Happiness Machine," he said. "The Happiness Machine." | family happiness home | Ray Bradbury | |
| 62bd747 | I was a crazy creature with a head full of carnival spangles until I was thirty, and then the only man I ever really cared for stopped waiting and married someone else. So in spite, in anger at myself, I told myself I deserved my: fate for not having married when the best chance was at hand. I started traveling. My luggage was snowed under blizzards of travel stickers. I have been alone in Paris, alone in Vienna, alone in London, and all in.. | marriage travelling | Ray Bradbury | |
| ff9c965 | We've had a nice time, haven't we? It has been very special here, talking every day. It was that much-overburdened and worn phrase referred to as a 'meeting of the minds. ' "She turned the blue envelope in her hands. "I've always known that the quality of love was the mind, even though the body sometimes refuses this knowledge. The body lives for itself. It lives only to feed and wait for the night. It's essentially nocturnal. But what of t.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 11e630b | the greatest danger to America's future came from self-serving opportunism masquerading as patriotism. At | Nathaniel Philbrick | ||
| 615538c | The whaleman's rule of thumb was that, before diving, a whale blew once for each minute it would spend underwater. Whalemen also knew that while underwater the whale continued at the same speed and in the same direction as it had been traveling before the dive. Thus, an experienced whaleman could calculate with remarkable precision where a submerged whale was likely to reappear. | Nathaniel Philbrick | ||
| d187563 | Living in the here and now, we are awash with sensations of the present, memories of the past, and expectations and fears for the future. Our actions are not determined by any one cause; they are the fulfillment of who we are at that particular moment. After that moment passes, we continue to evolve, to change, and our memories of that moment inevitably change with us as we live with the consequences of our past actions, consequences we wer.. | Nathaniel Philbrick | ||
| 92260ea | Without the discovery of Arnold's treason in the fall of 1780, the american people might never have been forced to realize that the real threat to their liberties came not from without but from within. | Nathaniel Philbrick | ||
| 633405f | The guy who was punching me was a lot burlier than I was, so it hurt plenty. But I tried to pretend it didn't bother me at all, that I actually liked it. It was hard to do this convincingly, because he had kind of knocked the wind out of me there, so all I could do was smile and wink and give him the thumbs up while I waited to be able to breath again. He thought I was making fun of him and started punching me in the stomach harder. Meanwhi.. | John Swartzwelder | ||
| 77e2260 | The next day, a dead turtle was left on my doorstep as a warning. I couldn't figure out as a warning for what, and I guess whoever was watching me picked up on that, because the next morning there was another dead turtle, but this one had several sheets of paper glued to it's back leg. The pieces of paper contained a long footnoted explanation of all the symbolism involved. It didn't make a lot of sense to me. The turtle was the "turtle of .. | John Swartzwelder | ||
| 3e55a42 | Adam was sent to bring Good News to the world. It was his mission, as it was the mission of Jesus. Adam was--very simply, quietly, and uniquely--there! He was a person, who by his very life announced the marvelous mystery of our God: I am precious, beloved, whole, and born of God. Adam bore silent witness to this mystery, which has nothing to do with whether or not he could speak, walk, or express himself, whether or not he made money, had .. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| 40a6c24 | This cry for mercy is possible only when we are willing to confess that somehow, somewhere, we ourselves have something to do with our losses. Crying for mercy is a recognition that blaming God, the world, or others for our losses does not do full justice to the truth of who we are. At the moment we are willing to take responsibility, even for the pain we didn't cause directly, blaming is connected into an acknowledgement of our own role in.. | loss mercy | Henri J.M. Nouwen | |
| b5e6f41 | The measure of your solitude is the measure of your capacity for communion. | solitude | Henri J.M. Nouwen | |
| 2c52726 | I am less likely to deny my suffering when I learn how God uses it to mold me and draw me closer to him. I will be less likely to see my pains as interruptions to my plans and more able to see them as the means for God to make me ready to receive him. I let Christ live near my hurts and distractions. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| ee09bf0 | When I look through God's eyes at my lost self and discover God's joy at my coming home, then my life may become less anguished and more trusting. | Henri J.M. Nouwen |