R L Stevenson Quotes

Once again Chile reduces us to what R. L. Stevenson called 'the virginity of senses' where words cannot match the impressions received.

To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.

It is a better thing to travel hopefully than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.

Do you think I have no more generous aspirations than to sin, and sin, and sin, and, at the last, sneak into heaven?

The existence of a man is so small a thing to take, so mighty a thing to employ!

[S]he does not hear; [s]he will not look, Nor yet be lured out of this book.

‎And I have come so far; and the sights and thoughts of my youth pursue me; and I see like a vision the youth of my father, and of his father, and the whole stream of lives flowing down there, far in the north, with the sound of laughter and tears, to cast me out in the end, as by a sudden freshet, on those ultimate islands. And I admire and bow my head before the romance of destiny.

There are men and classes of men that stand above the common herd....... Physician the finest flower of civilization.

Ainult siin-seal lagedamates kohtades nägid nad väikesi tähti täis tikitud taevast.

But ‘I read also’ intensified, then and during the following year, with a lot of Scott, a lot of Thackeray, and R. L. Stevenson never far away.

All Summer in a Day” by Ray Bradbury Because of Winn-Dixie by Kate DiCamillo Big Nate series by Lincoln Peirce The Black Cauldron (The Chronicles of Prydain) by Lloyd Alexander The Book Thief  by Markus Zusak Brian’s Hunt by Gary Paulsen Brian’s Winter by Gary Paulsen Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson Bud, Not Buddy by Christopher Paul Curtis The Call of the Wild by Jack London The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White The Chronicles of Narnia series by C. S. Lewis Diary of a Wimpy Kid series by Jeff Kinney Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury The Giver by Lois Lowry Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling Hatchet by Gary Paulsen The High King (The Chronicles of Prydain) by Lloyd Alexander The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien Holes by Louis Sachar The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins I Am LeBron James by Grace Norwich I Am Stephen Curry by Jon Fishman Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O’Dell Johnny Tremain by Esther Hoskins Forbes Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson LeBron’s Dream Team: How Five Friends Made History by LeBron James and Buzz Bissinger The Lightning Thief  (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) by Rick Riordan A Long Walk to Water by Linda Sue Park The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle Number the Stars by Lois Lowry The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton The River by Gary Paulsen The Sailor Dog by Margaret Wise Brown Sarah, Plain and Tall by Patricia MacLachlan Shiloh by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor “A Sound of Thunder” by Ray Bradbury Star Wars Expanded Universe novels (written by many authors) Star Wars series (written by many authors) The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann D. Wyss Tales from a Not-So-Graceful Ice Princess (Dork Diaries) by Rachel Renée Russell Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing by Judy Blume “The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allan Poe Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt Under the Blood-Red Sun by Graham Salisbury The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

El Dr. Jekyll y Mr. Hyde (R.L. Stevenson) - La subrayado en la página 36 | posición 545-547 | Añadido el miércoles, 17 de abril de 2019 3:44:26 p. m. Una luna pálida yacía de espaldas sobre el cielo como si el viento la hubiera tumbado, náufraga en un mar surcado por nubes ligeras y algodonosas. El viento di-ficultaba la conversación y atraía la sangre a los rostros de los dos hombres. ==========

Monastier is notable for the making of lace, for drunkeness, for freedom of language, and for unparalleled political dissension. There are adherents of each of the four French parties - Legitimists, Orleanists, Imperialists, and Republicans - in this little mountain-town; and they all hate, loathe, decry, and calumniate each other. Except for business purposes, or to give each other the lie in a tavern brawl, they have laid aside even the civility of speech.

... the Trappist world appeals to me as a model of wisdom...so infitesimally is the day divided among different occupations. The man who keeps rabbits, for example, hurries from his hutches to the chapel, or the chapter-room, or the refectory, all day long: every hour he has an office to sing, a duty to perform; from two, when he rises in the dark, till eight, when he returns to receive the comforting gift of sleep, he is upon his feet and occupied with manifold and changing business. I know many persons, worth several thousands in the year, who are not so fortunate in the disposal of their lives... We speak of hardships, but the true hardship is to be a dull fool, and permitted to mismanage life in our own dull and foolish manner.

When the war ended in 1945, Robert Newton’s film career took off. And then he landed the part of Disney’s Long John Silver. “What accent do you want me to put on?” he asked Walt, in his natural thick West-country, ‘Cornwall/Devon/Dorset’ burr. Pointing at his face excitedly, “Why, that one.” Disney replied. And THE OFFICIAL PIRATE ACCENT was born. Newton went on to do another Long John Silver film, then a 26 part television series. He died early, aged 50, from chronic alcoholism, just the way a pirate would want to go. But he left the legacy of ‘the’ pirate accent ‘til the end of time. Every pirate ‘R’ or ‘Arrrgh’ joke you ever heard, owes its very life to the combination of Robert Newton, R. L. Stevenson, and Walt Disney. -- Renaissance Festival Survival Guide

El botón de Lichtenberg no es un ejemplo insólito de elevar lo menospreciado a alturas filosóficas. Es un tributo a la normalidad de todo lo que nos preocupa desde siempre. Desde la Antigüedad, el feliz culto a la trivialidad tiene varios tomos de obras incompletas: Luciano de Samósata elogiando la inmortalidad del alma de las moscas, Sinesio de Cirene defendiendo la sabiduría lampiña de los calvos, Leonardo da Vinci preguntando por qué es tan larga la lengua de un pájaro carpintero, Francisco de Quevedo ponderando las gracias y desgracias del ojo del culo, sor Juana Inés de la Cruz señalando el engaño colorido de los retratos, Xavier de Maistre detallando un viaje de cuarenta y dos días alrededor de su cuarto, J. W. Goethe describiendo la morfología de las nubes, Montaigne confesando un terror crónico a sus cálculos renales, Charles Lamb admirando la melancolía de los sastres, Schopenhauer examinando la visión nocturna de fantasmas, Darwin dedicándole su último libro a las lombrices, Machado de Assis proponiendo reglas para comportarse en los tranvías, Nietzsche interrogándose sobre el valor de un fósforo por su eventual poder de destrucción, R. L. Stevenson meditando sobre los efectos meteorológicos de un paraguas, Proust babeando por los lujosos salones de princesas y condesas de París, Chesterton predicando la humildad del plomo, Rosa Luxemburgo llamando por teléfono a sus amigos para que escucharan con ella a un ruiseñor, Roberto Arlt calculando con cuántas mujeres estuvo un difunto que escribió setenta y dos mil cartas de amor, Lu Sin debatiendo sobre los senos fajados versus los senos naturales, Theodor Adorno acusando lo insoportables que son los signos de exclamación, Salvador Novo argumentado su rencor contra la letra h, Vladimir Nabokov alabando las alas de las mariposas, Hannah Arendt discutiendo sobre la banalidad del mal, Clarice Lispector dictando reglas de seducción para mujeres, Roland Barthes explicando la mitología del bistec y las papas fritas, Virginia Woolf contándonos la muerte de una polilla, Sylvia Plath revelando el placer de escarbarse la nariz, Italo Calvino estudiando la fenomenología del llanto en las novelas, Cioran blasfemando contra el tedio de los domingos por la tarde, García Márquez especulando sobre la inutilidad de los días jueves, Wisława Szymborska y su preocupación por la inexistencia de una historia de los botones.

R. L. S. put it like this: ‘Let it be enough for faith that the whole creation groans in mortal frailty, strives with unconquerable constancy.

There is a passage here I want to find for you. Give me that book, child. R. L. S. has said what I mean better than I could think it.’ She turns over the pages as if she loved them and reads in her soft, husky voice: ‘ “The strangest thing in all man’s travelling is that he should carry about with him incongruous memories. There is no foreign land; it is the traveller only who is foreign, and now and then, by a flash of recollection, lights up the contrasts of the earth.

Las presentes páginas contienen los más valiosos “secretos” que logré recopilar a lo largo de mi larga y fructífera carrera, incluyendo notas sobre los diferentes métodos y técnicas empleados por grandes autores de la talla de Ernest Hemingway, Gabriel García Márquez, J. K. Rowling, Mario Vargas Llosa, Isaac Asimov, Julio Cortázar, Jorge Luis Borges, Julio Verne, Horacio Quiroga, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, H. G. Wells, R. L. Stevenson, Juan Rulfo, Ernesto Sábato, Mario Benedetti, Octavio Paz, Eduardo Galeano, William Faulkner, H.P. Lovecraft, Patricia Highsmith, Napoleón Hill, Henry Poincaré y Albert Einstein, entre otros...

Mi sono imposta un programma a cui non devo mai venir meno; non devo mai più studiare alla sera, anche se la mattina dopo ho un sacco di prove scritte. Mi metterò invece a leggere libri: devo farlo, capisci, perché non l'ho mai fatto nei diciotto anni trascorsi. Non hai idea di che abisso di ignoranza sia la mia mente, papà: me ne sto accorgendo io stessa. Tutte quelle cose che la maggior parte delle ragazze con una famiglia, degli amici e una biblioteca hanno apprese quasi naturalmente, senza accorgersene, io non le ho nemmeno sentite nominare. Per esempio non ho mai letto né Mamma Oca, né Davide Copperfield, né Ivanhoe, né Cenerentola, né Barbablù, né Robinson Crusoe, né Jane Eyre, né Alice nel paese delle meraviglie, e nemmeno una sola parola di Rudyard Kipling. Non ho mai saputo che Enrico VIII avesse avuto più di una moglie, e che Shelley fosse un poeta. Non sapevo che R.L.S. significa Robert Louis Stevenson e che George Eliot fosse una donna. Non avevo mai visto una riproduzione di Monna Lisa e (non ci crederai, ma è la pura verità) non avevo mai sentito parlare di Sherlock Holmes. Ora tutte queste cose le so, e ne so molte altre, ma capirai quanto cammino ho da riguadagnare! Sarà buffo, ma per tutto il giorno non faccio che aspettare la sera, quando finalmente metto sulla porta il cartello Occupata, indosso il mio accappatoio rosso, mi metto le pantofole di pelo, faccio sul letto un mucchio con tutti i cuscini, mi ci appoggio, accendo la lampada d'ottone e leggo, leggo, leggo.