ITT: Literary one-liners that are burned into your memory forever
>He says that he will never die.
Wouldn't it be pretty to think so?
yes I said yes I will yes
aujourd'hui maman est morte
>To what base uses we may return, Horatio.
She had been anally and vaginally raped.
oh reason not the need
abandon hope all ye who enter here
there was a man and he had eight sons
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
>>7544776
>he fell for the all modifying you meme
it modifies hope you idiot, ogni speranza
"Get away from me yet stupid chicken"
>>7544793
*Get away from me yer stupid chicken
>>7544786
>tfw tolkier could have written something good but chose to spend his time inventing autist languages and writing about dwarves
>>7544812
>mfw gene wolfe is non-pleb tolkien
>>7544827
the gormenghast fag? barely a notch above tolkien and that isn't hard
>>7544830
no you fucking moron.
>>7544845
>derisive patrician
>advocating some random fantasy novelist as non-pleb
my sides
O, he did. Into her. She did. Done.
My mother is a fish.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
Beauty will save the word.
I am a sick man, I am a bad man
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
Aber dieses ein Mal gewesen zu sein, wenn auch nur ein Mal: irdish gewesen zu sein, scheint nicht widerrufbar.
Mir geht nichts über Mich!
Toujours aimer, toujours souffrir, toujours mourir.
L'immensité de leurs désirs les paralysait.
Tcheng tenterait-il de soulever la moustiquaire ?
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'âme,
>>7544852
>he hasn't heard of gene wolfe
nigga he's hardly even fantasy anymore.
Guess who
>“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.”
>>7544830
Do they have unrestricted internet access at special schools now?
Tonight we go all the way.
>>7544886
>>7544873
>buttblasted fantasy fags pretend their idols aren't indistinguishable from one another
>His whispered word seemed to hang in the air: "Timshel!" His eyes closed, and he slept.
>>7544869
Good selection, but what does:
>Tcheng tenterait-il de soulever la moustiquaire ?
mean, and what's the context behind it?
>>7544776THIS IS NOT AN EXIT
>>7544894
i took the bait but it doesn't matter because i have much cooler reaction images than you do.
>>7544943
i literally made the total pleb reaction image you worthless faggot
>>7544903
It's the opening of Man's fate by André Malraux.
The protagonist (Tchen) wonders wether he should move aside a mosquito net or net. Tchen wants to kill a man sleeping behind the net and is about to knife him.
The lead-in of Man's fate is one of the best I've ever read. This being said, I think you should read it by yourself because this sentence works better with the full text.
>Tchen tenterait-il de lever la moustiquaire ? Frapperait-il
au travers ? L’angoisse lui tordait l’estomac ; il connaissait sa
propre fermeté, mais n’était capable en cet instant que d’y
songer avec hébétude, fasciné par ce tas de mousseline
blanche qui tombait du plafond sur un corps moins visible
qu’une ombre, et d’où sortait seulement ce pied à demi
incliné par le sommeil, vivant quand même — de la chair
d’homme. La seule lumière venait du building voisin : un
grand rectangle d’électricité pâle, coupé par les barreaux de
la fenêtre dont l’un rayait le lit juste au-dessous du pied
comme pour en accentuer le volume et la vie. Quatre ou
cinq klaxons grincèrent à la fois. Découvert ? Combattre,
combattre des ennemis qui se défendent, des ennemis
éveillés !
>La vague de vacarme retomba : quelque embarras de voitures
(il y avait encore des embarras de voitures, là-bas,
dans le monde des hommes...). Il se retrouva en face de la
tache molle de la mousseline et du rectangle de lumière,
immobile dans cette nuit où le temps n’existait plus.
Il se répétait que cet homme devait mourir. Bêtement :
car il savait qu’il le tuerait. Pris ou non, exécuté ou non, peu
importait. Rien n’existait que ce pied, cet homme qu’il devait
frapper sans qu’il se défendît, — car, s’il se défendait, il
appellerait.
>Les paupières battantes, Tchen découvrait en lui, jusqu’à
la nausée, non le combattant qu’il attendait, mais un sacrificateur.
Et pas seulement aux dieux qu’il avait choisis : sous
son sacrifice à la révolution grouillait un monde de profondeurs
auprès de quoi cette nuit écrasée d’angoisse n’était
que clarté. « Assassiner n’est pas seulement tuer... » Dans
ses poches, ses mains hésitantes tenaient, la droite un rasoir
fermé, la gauche un court poignard. Il les enfonçait le plus
possible, comme si la nuit n’eût pas suffi à cacher ses gestes.
Le rasoir était plus sûr, mais Tchen sentait qu’il ne pourrait
jamais s’en servir ; le poignard lui répugnait moins. Il lâcha
le rasoir dont le dos pénétrait dans ses doigts crispés ; le
poignard était nu dans sa poche, sans gaine. Il le fit passer
dans sa main droite, la gauche retombant sur la laine de son
chandail et y restant collée. Il éleva légèrement le bras droit,
stupéfait du silence qui continuait à l’entourer, comme si
son geste eût dû déclencher quelque chute. Mais non, il ne
se passait rien : c’était toujours à lui d’agir.
>Ce pied vivait comme un animal endormi.
>>7544760
I came here to post that first one.
>>7544973
man's fate was pretty good glad someone else on this degenerate board read it
though it is amusing that malraux basically never went to china and made up the whole thing/settings
>>7544903
>Would Tcheng try to lift the gauze? (flycatching fabric)
It's from La condition humaine, I think
Every happy family is the same, every unhappy family is unique in its unhappiness
>>7544992
(well, that's what I get for taking 4 minutes to think of a way to translate musqueteer)
>>7544973
Thanks. I'll check it out. Been looking to read Malraux for a while now.
I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else.
Tell them I've had a wonderful life
In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.
Read it when I was a teen. Made me feel some shit.
>To the last I grapple with thee, from hell's heart I stab at thee, for hater's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
time in the shadow of the wing of the thing too big to see, rising.
>>7545031
>for hater's sake
kek'd
>>7544973
You faggot this isn't even english the fuck?
Why post this and even talk to us in english?
>>7544790
it means the same thing either way
>>7545073
va te faire foutre, unilingual mongoloid
>>7545084
???
english motherfucker do you speak it?
>>7544989
He was a fucking mythomaniac. I might be wrong but I think that he enlisted in the Resistance in June 44 or something like that which makes his famous speech pretty ironical.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZbeMLga6gA
>>7545006
Have a good read. La Voie royale is also very good, and the aforementioned speech is also a classic.
>>7545116
but he's the one who doesn't speak italian so you should be >>ing him
>>7545106
it broadly means the same thing either way - the difference is as massive as you're making it out to be
>>7545146
fuck
isn't*
My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud. My whole life I've been a fraud.
>>7545146
it's really not
abandoning all hope you
vs
all of you abandon hope
is pretty fucking massive
there's a reason every single respectable translation interprets it one way. there's very little ambiguity here stop digging your hole and admit you were wrong
You are the sieve through which my anarchy flows; strains itself into words
Idk why I've just remembered that bit for 8 years
Off the top of my head:
Que la misma hora nos lleve a los dos; y que no vea yo la tumba de mi esposa, ni tenga ella que enterrarme a mí.
Mi nombre es Ixca Cienfuegos. Nací y vivo en México, D. F. Esto no es grave.
Hoy no fui a casa de los Font. Me la pasé todo el día cogiendo con Rosario.
I do not care. I knew she could. I knew I loved her. End of story.
...And in his mind broods already a taste for mindless violence.
Estoy acostada en la misma cama en la que murió mi madre, hace ya muchos años.
He never sleeps, he says. He says he'll never die.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio-
...Remedios en el aire soporífero de las dos de la tarde, Remedios en todas partes y Remedios para siempre.
Yo, desgraciadamente, soy Borges.
I tell you that my heart would split, for size of me.
>>7545159
>abandon hope, all ye who enter here
>abandon all hope, ye who enter here
the second sounds more menacing but for the life of me I can't how the meaning itself is pretty fucking massive - I'm not even trying to be obtuse
if "hope" were exchanged with "wishes" or "dreams" then it'd have a radically different meaning
>If the right shows mercy I'll use the left hand
>>7544760
its 'isn't it pretty to think so'
"I'm your Huckleberry."
As well as
"I was just kiddin' around."
"Well I wasn't."
>>7545202
>Hoy no fui a casa de los Font. Me la pasé todo el día cogiendo con Rosario.
esta es especialmente patética
>>7544737
I have been listening to a lot of Poe and what resounds loudest is the end of The Imp of the Perverse:
"But why should I go on; today I am chained and here, tomorrow I shall be fetterless, but where?"
What better way to end a short story of a man awaiting execution?
They are in love. Fuck the war.
For some stupid reason the only thing that comes to mind is 'The Horror!' from Heart of Darkness, not very elegant but it did make me feel things when I read it.
He felt as though the shame would outlive him.
No John, you are the demons.
There is only one really serious philosophical question, and that is of suicide
"How much is that in real money?"
"You've lost your amateur status."
"If he's like me he doesn't believe in love. He believes in consequences."
"You are in the hands of the Jews."
>>7544812
>Implying the work didn't benefit from the rich background.
Good fantasy is often good world building. At least from a monetary point of view. Also, it's hard to actually make a good fantasy/sci-fi story without a well fleshed out world.
>>7545443
That book made me feel a ton, especially the monologue on the grey confusion of death.
Found it!
"I have wrestled with death. It's the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmosphere of tepid skepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary."
>>7545526
Oh right, one liners. Well that's embarrassing.
>>7545254
Wishes and dreams are desires for betterment from positions of comfort, hope is desire for betterment from a position of discomfort.
"Now everybody -"
"...fades as innocence fades, grimly flirtation and striving to be kind."
arse full of farts
Die life! Fly soul! Tongue, curse thy fill and die!
>i am sleepy, and the oozy weeds about me twist
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
>'Have I been cozened, that I might come and die here dishonoured, who might at least have ended valiantly before the Doors of Nargothrond?' And out of the night about the hall it seemed to him that he heard the cries of Finduilas.
I've been cordially invited to join the visceral realists. I accepted, of course. There was no initiation ceremony. It was better that way.
I am dying, but I still have much to say.
Misdemeanor gargling?
She smelled like trees.
>>7545770
I can't control my dick!
>>7545502
It's all from the film Tombstone. A troll.
>Sólo Dios sabe cuánto te quise
“Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.”
I actually made a video series where I read great lines of literature
here's episode one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmKhGqWcJGY
>>7544770
nice
>>7544737
there's this part of a line in GR that hit me hard, it will be greentexted
The screen is a dim page spread before us, white and silent. The film has broken, or a projector bulb has burned out. It was difficult even for us, old fans who’ve always been at the movies (haven’t we?) to tell which before the darkness swept in. The last image was too immediate for any eye to register. It may have been a human figure, dreaming of an early evening
>in each great capital luminous enough to tell him he will never die,
coming outside to wish on the first star
"Tis the times' plague when madmen lead the blind"
>He was going to live forever, or die in the attempt
>>7544770
kek'd
>>7544770
Keks
>>7544737
She walked away from him, easily.
>who is thou that darkeneth council by words without knowledge? Gird up thy loins like a man for I shall demand of thou and thou shall answer unto me.
Then he turned and headed straight for home, but he took the long way, around the world.
There was a long rumble of sound, and it seemed to him that he was falling down a vast and interminable stairway. And somewhere at the bottom he fell into darkness. That much he knew. He had fallen into darkness. And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know.
>>7544737
>You may call me Ishmael
>Her blacks crackle and drag.
This line will just pop into my head every now and then. There's something about the way it sounds.
“WHO KNOWS WHAT EVIL LURKS IN THE HEART OF MEN?
The Death of Rats looked up from the feast of the potato. SQUEAK, he said.
Death waved a hand dismissively. WELL, YES, OBVIOUSLY ME, he said. I JUST WONDERED IF THERE WAS ANYONE ELSE.”
Warm Cadaver; Still Fresh; Must Fuck
"Old Aarfy has never paid for it."
>'My good sir,' he cried, 'I write from dictation!'
>I demanded rivets.
Heart of Darkness. Wish I had the full paragraph for you but if you've read it you'll know what's up
>>7546685
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.
Catch 22 is best.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO
LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS
THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF
THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE
HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.
I know it wasn't from the original text of I Have No Mouth But I Must Scream but the game adaptation but AM was best represented in that quote.
He knew that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
>>7545559
...? That's what I'm saying - changing "hope" radically changes the meaning. Moving the "all" does not radically change the meaning.
>>7544812
tokien was a linguist, you boob. Of course he is gonna spend time making up languages, its what he enjoyed.
What are yeh dewin in mah swamp.
Into the valley of death rode the 600
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
Dune by Frank Herbert. First quote I thought of.
I look at you and I cry inside and I bleed
“The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune
“I don't like people. They fuck me up.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger
"He had a clean level head, for a nigger"
>>7544737
"And but so, in the end, the fault was not in ourselves, but in our STARS" (last line of Infinite Jest by DFW
¿Encontraria a la Maga?
>tfw no
>>7545559
little anne dreamed of leaving the camps, are you saying she wasnt uncomfortable?
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
"Hack away, you mean red nigger"
>>7547457
When you say it that way, it certainly seems like she is an all-American gal wistfully gazing and sighing into the distance (in fact I didn't understand that the implication was that she was in a KZ for a few seconds). So yes, it isn't an appropriate way to convey her discomfort.
>He walked out to the water with his fists clenched to his skull and fell to his knees sobbing with rage.
Cease, cows, life is short.
>>7547498
really now, what 'seems' is not what is, and frankly, there's nothing in the definition of the words dream or wish that imlplies comfort level.
the big trees were king vegetation riot earth blah blah blah
>>7545440
Cosigning this
