ITT: Literary one-liners that are burned into your memory forever
>He says that he will never die.
>tfw tolkier could have written something good but chose to spend his time inventing autist languages and writing about dwarves
>advocating some random fantasy novelist as non-pleb
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,
>he hasn't heard of gene wolfe
nigga he's hardly even fantasy anymore.
>“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.”
i took the bait but it doesn't matter because i have much cooler reaction images than you do.
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
>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
>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.
You faggot this isn't even english the fuck?
Why post this and even talk to us in english?
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.
Have a good read. La Voie royale is also very good, and the aforementioned speech is also a classic.
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.
it's really not
abandoning all hope you
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
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.
>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
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?
>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.
That book made me feel a ton, especially the monologue on the grey confusion of death.
"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."
>'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.
She smelled like trees.
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
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.
“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.”
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.
“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.
"And but so, in the end, the fault was not in ourselves, but in our STARS" (last line of Infinite Jest by DFW
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.