Sparknotes Quotes

When you're cold, don't expect sympathy from someone who's warm.

I wrote back with a quick message: How do you know about 24601? I refuse to believe you read the book. You saw the musical, right? I hit send and received a response back from him almost immediately. SparkNotes.

It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.

Besides, I'm not jealous. I'm just so in love with you that there isn't anything else.

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.

We insist, it seems, on living.

Always have the strength to live. Love life, and if despair enters your heart, look for me in the evenings when the wind is gentle and the owls sing in the hills, I shall be with you-

Everything you know gained from experience

You get your confidence and intuition back by trusting yourself, by being militantly on your own side. You need to trust yourself, especially on a first draft, where amid the anxiety and self-doubt, there should be a real sense of your imagination and your memories walking and woolgathering, tramping the hills, romping all over the place. Trust them. Don't look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.

That's what life is about, doing as good as you can. When the times comes for them to lay you down in the long black hole, they can say one thing: 'He did as good as he could.' That's the best thing you can say for a man. Horse breaker or yard sweeper, let them say the poor boy did it good as he could.

He loved Arthur and he loved Guenever and he hated himself. The best knight of the world: everybody envied the self-esteem which must surely be his. But Lancelot never believed he was good or nice. Under the grotesque, magnificent shell with a face like Quasimodo's, there was shame and self-loathing which had been planted there when he was tiny, by something which it is now too late to trace.

Certainly we shall rise, certainly we shall see and gladly, joyfully tell one another all that has been.

Le secret douloureux des Dieux et des rois: c'est que les hommes sont libres. Ils sont libres Egisthe. Tu le sais, et ils ne le savent pas.

stories must be told, if they are not told, they die. then we forget who we are and why we are here

Ma il vero peccato sta nell'intenzione essenziale. Un uomo che non può scegliere cessa di essere un uomo

This stuff is better than cotton candy, really it is. It’s made out of real cotton. Yossarian, you’ve got to help me make the men eat it. Egyptian cotton is the finest cotton in the world.

But I don't take any notice because I don't listen to what other people say and only sticks and stones can break my bones and I have a Swiss Army knife if they hit me and if I kill them it will be self-defense and I won't go to prison

El amor no se manifiesta en el deseo de acostarse con alguien(este deseo se produce en relación con una cantidad innumerable de mujeres), sino en el deseo de dormir junto a alguien(este deseo se produce en relación con una única mujer).

Je ne suis ni le maître ni l'esclave, Jupiter. Je suis ma liberté! À peine m'as-tu créé que j'ai cessé de t'appartenir

از نظر ما کفر به معنی بی اعتقادی به شکوه روح خودمان است

Daima bir şey buluruz, değil mi Didi, bize varolduğumuz izlenimini verecek?

he had learned to think coldly so that inescapable memories would not touch any feeling.

Once you get into the desert, there's no going back. And, when you can't go back, you have to worry only about the best way of moving forward.

But is not an event in fact more significant and noteworthy the greater the number of fortuities necessary to bring it about? Chance and chance alone has a message for us. everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. Only chance can speak to us.

...they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing.

Quand une fois la liberté a explosé dans une âme d’homme, les Dieux ne peuvent plus rien contre cet homme-là. Car c’est une affaire d’homme, et c’est aux autres hommes — à eux seuls — qu’il appartient de le laisser courir ou de l’étrangler.

in Mexico there is a cactus that even sometimes you would think God forgets. But no, my friends, this is not so. On a full moon in the desert every one hundred years He remembers and opens a single flower to bloom. And If you would be there and you see this beautiful cactus blossom painted silver by the moon and laughing up at the stars, this, Peekay, is heaven … This is the faith in God the cactus has.

Fischhoff calls this phenomenon "creeping determinism" -- the sense that grows on us, in retrospect, that what has happened was actually inevitable -- and the chief effect of creeping determinism, he points out, is that it turns unexpected events into expected events. As he writes, "The occurrence of an event increases its reconstructed probability and makes it less surprising than it would have been had the original probability been remembered.

Lo que sólo ocurre una vez es como si no ocurriera nunca.

There is nothing more to take in hand, more perilous to conduct, or more uncertain in its Success, than to take the lead in introduction of a new order of things.

Con las metáforas no se juega. El amor puede surgir de una sola metáfora.

These are some of my behavioral problems... P) Hating France

I needed to keep my watch on because I needed to know exactly what time it was. And when they tried to take it off me I screamed, so they let me keep it on.

We're [Ed and Christopher] not that different, me and you." [said Ed]

What a treasure's a meek man for a team!

Tak ako v Amerike nie je problém černochov, ale problém bielych, tak ako „antisemitizmus nie je problém židovský, ale problém náš,“ tak problém ženy bol vždy problémom mužov.

I'm an adventurer, looking for treasure," [the boy] said to himself.

Me gustan los perros. Uno siempre sabe qué está pensando un perro. Tienen cuatro estados de ánimo. Contento, triste, enfadado y concentrado. Además, los perros son fieles y no dicen mentiras porque no hablan.

I asked Mr. Wise if he knew who had killed Wellington on Thursday night. He said, 'Bloody hell, policemen really are getting younger aren't they?' Then he laughed. I do not like people laughing at me, so I turned and walked away.

And when we look at things we think we're just looking out of our eyes like we're looking out of little windows and there's a person inside our head, but we're not. We're looking at a screen inside our heads, like a computer screen.

Es como cuando estás alterado y sujetas la radio contra la oreja y la sintonizas entre emisoras y lo único que se oye es eso que llaman ruido blanco, y entonces subes el volumen al máximo y sabes que está a salvo porque no puedes oír nada más.

Простые числа – это то, что остается, когда вы убираете все классификации и шаблоны. Я думаю, что простые числа похожи на жизнь. Они очень логичные, но вы никогда не сможете выработать для них правила, даже если будете постоянно думать только об этом.

¿Qué crees tú? Yo creo que estamos aquí para cavilar. Para preguntar. Y que, preguntándonos por las cosas grandes, encontramos respuesta para las pequeñas, casi por casualidad. Pero sobre las grandes te quedas como al principio. Y cuánto más cavilo y me preguntó, más amor siento.

when I'mstanding on the top of a very tall building and there are thousands of housesand cars and people below me and my head is so full of all these things thatI'm afraid that I'm going to forget to stand up straight and hang on to the railand I'm going to fall over and be killed.

I find people confusing. This is for two main reasons. The first main reason is that people do a lot of talking without using any words. Siobhan says that if you raise one eyebrow it can mean lots of different things. It can mean "I want to do sex with you" and it can also mean "I think that what you said was very stupid.

A lie is when you say something happened which didn't happen. But there is only ever one thing which happened at a particular time and a particular place. And there are an infinite number of things which didn't happen at that time and that place. And if I think about something which didn't happen I start thinking about all the other things which didn't happen.

For a long time she kept on smelling Pietro Crespi’s lavender breath at dusk, but she had the strength not to succumb to delirium. Úrsula abandoned her. She did not even raise her eyes to pity her on the afternoon when Amaranta went into the kitchen and put her hand into the coals of the stove until it hurt her so much that she felt no more pain but instead smelled the pestilence of her own singed flesh. It was a stupid cure for her remorse. For several days she went about the house with her hand in a pot of egg whites, and when the burns healed it appeared as if the whites had also scarred over the sores on her heart. The only external trace that the tragedy left was the bandage of black gauze that she put on her burned hand and that she wore until her death.

Lo que de verdad pasa cuando te mueres es que tu cerebro deja de funcionar y el cuerpo se pudre, ... Todas sus moléculas se descompusieron en otras moléculas y pasaron a la tierra y se las comieron los gusanos y pasaron a las plantas. Si vamos y cavamos al cabo de 1000 años, hasta el esqueleto habrá desaparecido. Pero eso está bien, porque ahora forma parte de las flores y del manzano y del matorral de espino.

Attends. Laisse-moi dire adieu à cette légèreté sans tache qui fut la mienne. Laisse-moi dire adieu à ma jeunesse. Il y a des soirs, des soirs de Corinthe ou d'Athènes, pleins de chants et d'odeurs qui ne m'appartiendront plus jamais. Des matins, pleins d'espoir aussi... Allons adieu! adieu! (Il vient vers Electre.) Viens, Electre, regarde notre ville. Elle est là, rouge sous le soleil, bourdonnante d'hommes et de mouches, dans l'engourdissement têtu d'un après-midi d'été; elle me repousse de tous ses murs, de tous ses toits, de toutes ses portes closes. Et pourtant elle est à prendre, je le sens depuis ce matin. Et toi aussi, Electre, tu es à prendre. Je vous prendrai. Je deviendrai hache et je fendrai en deux ces murailles obstinées, j'ouvrirai le ventre de ces maisons bigotes, elles exhaleront par leurs plaies béantes une odeur de mangeaille et d'encens; je deviendrai cognée et je m enfoncerai dans le cœur de cette ville comme la cognée dans le cœur d'un chêne.

Étranger à moi-même, je sais. Hors nature, contre nature, sans excuse, sans autre recours qu'en moi. Mais je ne reviendrai pas sous ta loi: je suis condamné à n'avoir d'autre loi que la mienne. Je ne reviendrai pas à ta nature: mille chemins y sont tracés qui conduisent vers toi, mais je ne peux suivre que mon chemin. Car je suis un homme, Jupiter, et chaque homme doit inventer son chemin. La nature a horreur de l'homme, et toi, toi, souverain des Dieux, toi aussi tu as les hommes en horreur.

People believe in God because the world is very complicated and they think it is very unlikely that anything as complicated as a flying squirrel or the human eye or a brain could happen by chance... there are billions of planets where there is no life, but there is no one on those planets with brains to notice. And it is like if everyone in the world was tossing coins eventually someone would get 5,698 heads in a row and they would think they were very special. But they wouldn't be because there would be millions of people who didn't get 5,698 heads.

People believe in God because the world is very complicated and they think it is very unlikely that anything as complicated as a flying squirrel or the human eye or a brain could happen by chance. [...] there are billions of planets where there is no life, but there is no one on those planets with brains to notice. And it is like if everyone in the world was tossing coins eventually someone would get 5,698 heads in a row and they would think they were very special. But they wouldn't be because there would be millions of people who didn't get 5,698 heads.

What actually happens when you die is your brain stops working and your body rots, like Rabbit did when he died and we buried him in the earth at the bottom of the garden. And all his molecules were broken down into other molecules and they went into the earth and were eaten by worms and went into the plants and if we go and dig in the same place in 10 years there will be nothing except his skeleton left. And in 1,000 years even his skeleton will be gone. But that is all right because he is a part of the flowers and the apple tree and the hawthorn bush now. When people die they are sometimes put into coffins, which mean that they don't mix with the earth for a very long time until the wood of the coffin rots. But Mother was cremated. This means she was put into a coffin and burned and ground up and turned into ash and smoke. I do not know what happens to the ash and I couldn't ask at the crematorium because I didn't go to the funeral. But the smoke goes out of the chimney and into the air and sometimes I look up into the sky and I think there are molecules of Mother up there, or in clouds over Africa or the Antarctic, or coming down as rain in the rain forests in Brazil, or in snow somewhere.

Para Sabina, vivir en la verdad, no mentirse a uno mismo, ni mentir a los demás, sólo es posible en el supuesto de que vivamos sin público. En cuanto hay alguien que observe nuestra actuación, nos adaptamos, queriendo o sin querer, a los ojos que nos miran y ya nada de lo que hacemos es verdad. Tener público, pensar en público, eso de vivir en la mentira. Sabina desprecia la literatura en la que los autores delatan todas sus intimidades y las de sus amigos. La persona que pierde su intimidad, lo pierde todo, piensa Sabina. Y la persona que se priva de ella voluntariamente, es un monstruo. Por eso Sabinas no sufre por tener que ocultar su amor. Al contrario, sólo así puede <>.

Yet another study by the Brain Research Institute of the University of Zurich in 2011 exposed baby mice to stressful situations by separating them from their mothers. The abandoned mice experienced anxiety and depression—which, right, seems obvious. What was shocking was how this separation affected future generations of mice. When the traumatized mice had babies, and then when their babies had babies, the scientists never separated them from their parents. They led perfectly content, nurtured little mouse lives. But for three subsequent generations, the anxiety and depression persisted. There is real scientific evidence that the traumas we experience can be passed on to our children and even our grandchildren. DNA, of course, is the genetic code that determines the shape of our nose, our eye color, our likelihood to contract certain diseases. So when our body is making and remaking itself, every cell in our body actually “reads” our DNA and uses it as a blueprint for what to build. But not every cell reads the entire blueprint—the whole, long string of DNA. Inside each cell is both our DNA—or our genome—and the epigenome, a layer of chemical markers that sits on top of our DNA. The epigenome is like a SparkNotes for the cells—it flags which genes our cells really need to read. So the epigenome helps decide which genes actually get represented by our bodies. It turns certain genes on and other genes off. Both the genome and our epigenome are passed down generationally.

I'm wiser than you are at some things, because I'm weaker.

Because you've got to know. You've got to appreciate what the worst is.

if man only has the opportunity to try one path, to make one decision, there is no point of comparison and hence no meaning but instead an unbearable weightlessness. No decision can be considered informed or moral if we cannot compare paths.

Tereza is heavy emotionally and cannot cope with the lightness around her, and is driven nearly to insanity.

all political parties are anti-individualistic and would deny her privacy.

Nicht die Notwendigkeit, sondern der Zufall ist voller Zauber. Soll die Liebe unvergeßlich sein, so müssen sich vom ersten Augenblick an Zufälle auf ihr niederlassen wie die Vögel auf den Schultern des Franz von Assisi.

Narrative style contains built-in ideology that effects what is reported and how it is reported

لا يمكن للإنسان أبداً أن يُدرك ماذا عليه أن يفعل ؟ ، لإنه لا يملك إلا حياه واحده لا يسعه مقارنتها بحيوات سابقه ولا إصلاحها فى حيوات لاحقه أيهما هو الأفضل ... العيش مع تيريزا أم البقاء وحيداً ؟ #كائن_لا_تُحتمل_خفته

God intends each individual to choose his own moral destiny rather than be constrained by the legacy of his parents.

Es posible que no seamos capaces de amar precisamente porque deseamos ser amados, porque queremos que el otro nos dé algo (amor), en lugar de aproximarnos a él sin exigencias y querer sólo su mera presencia.

¿Esto es real? ¿O está pasando sólo dentro de mi cabeza? - Claro que está pasando dentro de tu cabeza, Harry, pero ¿Por qué iba a significar eso que no es real?

The animals win easily when they rebel against Mr. Jones, and as a result they make the mistake of thinking they have overcome political power itself. In reality they have only overcome one of the forms that political power can take.

The pigs—and Napoleon in particular—come to embody political power in three ways. First, they claim more and more of the farms’ resources for themselves. They start by stealing milk and apples, then eventually sell animal products to buy human luxuries like whisky. Second, the pigs become more violent, introducing the dog police force and ordering executions. Third, the pigs claim the power to determine what truth is. Squealer changes the Commandments of Animalism and the story of the Battle of the Cowshed. Meanwhile, the animals slowly come to realize that their lives are no better than they were before the Rebellion.

Within Animal Farm’s allegory of Soviet Communism, Foxwood represents the United Kingdom, and Mr. Pilkington represents the British ruling class. Animal Farm therefore suggests that Britain is an old-fashioned country, badly run by self-serving aristocrats. This criticism of Britain’s rulers deepens when Mr. Pilkington eats dinner with the pigs in the novella’s final chapter. Mr. Pilkington congratulates Napoleon on his cruel efficiency. He jokes: “If you have your lower animals to contend with […] we have our lower classes!” (Chapter 10). This moment crystallizes the novella’s argument that Soviet totalitarianism and British capitalism are essentially the same: cruel and exploitative.

Part of the greater importance of the novella owes to its treatment of Animal Farm not as an isolated entity but as part of a network of farms—an analogue to the international political arena. Orwell thus comments on Soviet Russia and the global circumstances in which it arose. But the tactics that we see the pigs utilizing here—the overworking of the laboring class, the justification of luxuries indulged in by the ruling class, the spreading of propaganda to cover up government failure or ineffectiveness—evoke strategies implemented not only by communist Russia but also by governments throughout the world needing to oppress their people in order to consolidate their power.

The pigs, echoing another tactic of the victorious governments after World War II, use the heroism of individuals from the lower classes to reinforce the patriotism of the demoralized survivors. Orwell crafts particularly keen descriptions of the patriotic celebrations and rituals after the animals’ war with Mr. Frederick’s men. He subtly implies that while such ceremonies have the apparent function of bestowing the glory of the state upon the individual, they truly serve the opposite goal: to transfer the nobility of individual sacrifices onto the state.

Political subversion depends on a subversion of logic and language

We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same

I can quote SparkNotes.

Pero ¿qué valor puede tener la vida si el primer ensayo para vivir es ya la vida misma? Por eso la vida parece un boceto. Pero ni siquiera boceto es la palabra precisa, porque un boceto es siempre un borrador de algo, la preparación para un cuadro, mientras que el boceto que es nuestra vida es un boceto para nada, un borrador sin cuadro.

Sentía una necesidad irresistible de amarla y protegerla.

Cuando Karenin vio por primera vez a Mefisto, se excitó y estuvo largo rato dando vueltas a su alrededor y olfateándolo. Pero pronto se hizo amigo de él y prefería su compañía a la de los otros perros del pueblo, a los que despreciaba porque estaban atados a sus casetas y ladraban estúpidamente, sin descanso y sin motivo. Karenin comprendió de manera adecuada el valor de lo exclusivo y podría afirmar que estaba orgulloso de su amistad con el cerdo

Si el amor debe ser inolvidable, las casualidades deben volar hacia él desde el primer momento.

¿No se trataba más bien de la histeria de un hombre que en lo más profundo de su alma ha tomado conciencia de su incapacidad de amar y que por eso mismo empieza a fingir amor ante sí mismo?

مقترحات السفر الغريبة هي دروس إلهية للرقص

Don’t wonder about right and wrong. Those are weapons as deadly as bombs and bullets. Right is the goodness you carry in your heart—love for your ancestors and your baby and your family and for everything that lives. Wrong is anything that comes between you and that love.

earth, and time.

Harry, my wand!

When the worst around you are only victims forgiveness and compassion come a lot easier

It's easy to be charitable when you're powerful and rich; more difficult when you're weak and needy -but that's when it counts the most.!

Desde que sabemos denominar todas sus partes, el cuerpo desasosiega menos al hombre. Ahora también sabemos que el alma no es más que la actividad de la materia gris del cerebro. La dualidad entre el cuerpo y el alma ha quedado velada por los términos científicos y podemos reírnos alegremente de ella como de un prejuicio pasado de moda.

What is an intimate secret? Is that where we hide what's most mysterious, most singular, most original about a human being? Are her intimate secrets what makes Chantal the unique being he loves? No. What people keep secret is the most common, the most ordinary, the most prevalent thing, the same thing everybody has: the body and its needs, its maladies, its manias...We ashamedly conceal these intimate matters not because they are so personal but because, on the contrary, they are so lamentably impersonal.

Kayıtsızlık ve ihmal, düpedüz sevmemekten daha fazla hasar yaratır çoğu kez...

That is such a bizarre request I have to agree to do it.

In saying that something ought to be desired, I am assuming that the world ought to be a certain way. Further, I only feel the world ought to be a certain way if it is not entirely that way already: if there was no such thing as murder it would not make sense for me to say that people should not commit murder. Thus, having values implies that we feel the world ought to be different from the way it is.

...the secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude." --Musing of Col. Aureliano Buendía, a character in One Hundreds Years of Solitude

...the Queen brings Alice to the Gryphon, who leads her to the Mock Turtle. En route, the Gryphon explains to Alice that the Queen never actually executes anyone. Alice meets the Mock Turtle and immediately becomes concerned since he looks so sad. The Gryphon shows no sympathy for the Mock Turtle, explaining to Alice that he only fancies himself as being sad. Amid constant sobbing, the Mock Turtle begins his tale by explaining that he used to be a real turtle...

Your father's coming. . . ." she said quietly. "old on for your father. . . . It will be alright. . . . Hold on. . . .

In cases where two characters are referred to by the exact same name (for instance, Aureliano Segundo’s son is also known as “José Arcadio”), we have added a roman numeral to the character’s name for the sake of clarity, even though that roman numeral does not appear in García Márquez’s book: the second

El hombre nunca puede saber qué debe querer, porque vive sólo una vida y no tiene modo de compararla con sus vidas precedentes ni de enmendarla en sus vidas posteriores. ¿Qué valor puede tener la vida si el primer ensayo para vivir es ya la vida misma?

ROSALIND He’s fall’n in love with your foulness. (to SILVIUS) And 70 she’ll fall in love with my anger. If it be so, as fast as she answers thee with frowning looks, I’ll sauce her with bitter words. (to PHOEBE) Why look you so upon me?

«Los extremismos son la frontera tras la cual termina la vida, y la pasión por el extremismo en el arte y en la política es una velada ansia de muerte.»

As she began to draw the outer edge of her cheek, she realized she had the look of a person who was waiting. Not impatient, not tortured, not frustrated. Just waiting. What was she waiting for? (...) She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

Hello, Devil. Welcome to Hell.