Lewis Carroll Quotes

It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

If you don't know where you're going, any road'll take you there

She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to." "I don't much care where –" "Then it doesn't matter which way you go.

But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad." "How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

Curiouser and curiouser!

If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does.

One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.

I don't think..." then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then

have i gone mad? im afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usualy are.

Alice: How long is forever? White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.

Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?” “Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. “No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter

Why it's simply impassible! Alice: Why, don't you mean impossible? Door: No, I do mean impassible. (chuckles) Nothing's impossible!

No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.

We're all mad here.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours.

Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it.

If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.

I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see?

Do you know, I always thought unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!" Well, now that we have seen each other," said the unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you.

If you don't know where you are going any road can take you there

In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?

Alice laughed. 'There's no use trying,' she said. 'One can't believe impossible things.' I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. 'When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the shawl again!

Contrariwise,' continued Tweedledee, 'if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.

I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. 'I don't much care where -' said Alice. 'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. '- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation. 'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.

The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings

I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then.

Where should I go?" -Alice. "That depends on where you want to end up." - The Cheshire Cat.

Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. "I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more." "You mean you can't take less," said the Hatter: "it's very easy to take more than nothing." "Nobody asked your opinion," said Alice.

How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.

He was part of my dream, of course -- but then I was part of his dream, too.

I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

The Mad Hatter: "Would you like some wine?" Alice: "Yes..." The Mad Hatter: "We haven't any and you're too young.

And what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?

The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.

It is better to be feared than loved.

Off with their heads!

Tut, tut, child!" said the Duchess. "Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' says the White Queen to Alice.

Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense.

Speak in French when you can’t think of the English for a thing-- turn your toes out when you walk--- And remember who you are!

Yes, that's it! Said the Hatter with a sigh, it's always tea time.

I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.

Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here? The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to. Alice: I don't much care where. The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go. Alice: ...So long as I get somewhere. The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.

Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

And how do you know that you're mad? "To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?" I suppose so, said Alice. "Well then," the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags it's tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.

Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.

Cat: Where are you going? Alice: Which way should I go? Cat: That depends on where you are going. Alice: I don’t know. Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.

‎You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly; “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!

Little Alice fell d o w n the hOle, bumped her head and bruised her soul

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

There is a place, like no place on earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger. Some say, to survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter. Which, luckily, I am.

No wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.

Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?” The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?” “I don’t know,” Alice answered. “Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?

IN THE END… We only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we were afraid to have,and the decisions we waited too long to make.

Just look down the road and tell me if you can see either of them." I see nobody on the road." said Alice. I only wish I had such eyes,"the King remarked in a fretful tone. "To be able to see Nobody! And at such a distance too!

Either it brings tears to their eyes, or else -" "Or else what?" said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause. "Or else it doesn't, you know.

Curiouser and curiouser!” Cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).

Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.

If you set to work to believe everything, you will tire out the believing-muscles of your mind, and then you'll be so weak you won't be able to believe the simplest true things.

It's always tea-time.

We're all mad here. Im mad. You're mad

She who saves a single soul, saves the universe.

When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.’ ’The question is,’ said Alice, ‘whether you can make words mean so many different things.’ ’The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be master — that’s all.

If you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?

The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday—but never jam to-day.” “It must come sometimes to ‘jam to-day,’” Alice objected. “No, it ca’n’t,” said the Queen. “It’s jam every other day: to-day isn’t any other day, you know

Then you should say what you mean," the March Hare went on. "I do," Alice hastily replied; "at least--at least I mean what I say--that's the same thing, you know." "Not the same thing a bit!" said the Hatter. "You might just as well say that "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what I see"!

That's the reason they're called lessons," the Gryphon remarked: "because they lessen from day to day.

Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.

You’re mad, bonkers, completely off your head. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

Speak English!' said the Eaglet. 'I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!

Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here.

Look after the senses and the sounds will look after themselves

When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!

Life, what is it but a dream?

How long is forever? Sometimes just one second

Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.

You're thinking about something, and it makes you forget to talk.

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked. ‘Where do you want to go?’ was his response. ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.

And how many hours a day did you do lessons?' said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject. Ten hours the first day,' said the Mock Turtle: 'nine the next, and so on.' What a curious plan!' exclaimed Alice. That's the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon remarked: 'because they lessen from day to day.

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright -- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done -- "It's very rude of him," she said, "To come and spoil the fun!" The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead -- There were no birds to fly. In a Wonderland they lie Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summer die.

You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit." "Perhaps it hasn't one," Alice ventured to remark. "Tut, tut, child!" said the Duchess. "Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.

Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. 'Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. 'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. 'I don't much care where—' said Alice. 'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. '—so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation. 'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.