Favorite book quote?

[conversationpc]

From C.S. Lewis' "The Screwtape Letters"..."Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys."

[S2M]

UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's Not. - The Lorax

just one of many....I'll post more.

[Michigan Girl]

One of his books ...I think "Sex, Money, Kiss" Incredibly smart man!!

It's up to you to educate yourself.
It's up to you to learn speaking skills and people skills.
It's up to you to try (and usually fail, but to try again) all sorts of ventures.
The rest is a combination of hard work, being at the right place ...at the right time...
with the right thing...oh yes...and more (never ending) hard work." ~Gene Simmons

[artist4perry]

Cheshire Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.
Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...
Cheshire Cat: Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction.
Alice: Oh, thank you. I think I'll see him...
Cheshire Cat: Of course, he's mad, too.
Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people.
Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here.
[laughs maniacally; starts to disappear]
Cheshire Cat: You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.


Alice in Wonderland

[Babyblue]

Cheshire Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.
Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...
Cheshire Cat: Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction.
Alice: Oh, thank you. I think I'll see him...
Cheshire Cat: Of course, he's mad, too.
Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people.
Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here.
[laughs maniacally; starts to disappear]
Cheshire Cat: You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.


Alice in Wonderland

[Arianddu]

"But he dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name will be lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the tree tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet echoes on through space; the thoughts his brain gave birth to we have inherited today; his passions are our cause of life; the joys and sorrows that he knew are our familiar friends.”

H. Rider Haggard, "King Solomon's Mines"