|
Home
Quotes Movies Books Lyrics Articles Misc. Contributions myGT gtForum gtWord Submit Quote |
First Liners - QuotesI have seen things You wouldn't believe, All of those moments, wil be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Bladerunner/Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (contributed by herbert) The prince said, "Who is she, Molly? What kind of woman is it who believes - who knows, for I saw her face - that she can cure wounds with a touch, and who weeps without tears?" Molly went about her work, still humming to herself. "Any woman can weep without tears," she answered over her shoulder, "and most can heal with their hands. It depends on the wound. She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough." The Last Unicorn The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea. The Last Unicorn (contributed by Aidan Elliott-McCrea) It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression 'As pretty as an airport.' The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide - it was Mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese - the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement from which it was possible to tie a rope. The Virgin Suicides When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton. The Lord of the Rings My job is to give people fabulous stories to tell. Choke (contributed by esmerelda) Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter. Oliver Twist Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter. Oliver Twist "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. Little Women "Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him. Little Men When I was three and Bailey was four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists which instructed - "To Whom It May Concern" - that we were Marguerite and Bailey Johnson Jr., from Long Beach, California, en route to Stamps, Arkansas, c/o Mrs. Annie Henderson. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings His name was Gaal Dornick and he was just a country boy who had never seen Trantor before. Foundation It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. Pride and Prejudice Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. Emma All children, except one, grow up. Peter Pan Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail. Jaws Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men's eyes, the beginning of the horror passed almost unnoticed; in the shriek of what followed, in fact, was forgotten and perhaps not connected to the horror at all. The Exorcist It was a pleasure to burn. Fahrenheit 451 1801 -- I have just returned from a visit to my landlord -- the solitary neighbor that I shall be troubled with. Wuthering Heights What's it going to be then, eh? A Clockwork Orange When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. The Secret Garden Mother died today. The Stranger Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice "without pictures or conversation?" Alice's Adventures in Wonderland At a village of La Mancha, whose name I do not wish to remember, there lived a little while ago one of those gentlemen who are wont to keep a lance in the rack, an old buckler, a lean horse and a swift greyhound. Don Quixote The drought had lasted now for ten million years, and the reign of the terrible lizards had long since ended. 2001: A space Odyssey He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull. Lord Jim It was a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, that the toils and dangers of the wilderness were to be encountered before the adverse hosts could meet. The Last of the Mohicans These two very old people are the father and mother of Mr. Bucket. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull. He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznear; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name, Crusoe, and so my companions always called me. Robinson Crusoe A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (Blade Runner) It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so. A Tale of Two Cities My father's family name being Pirrip, and my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. Great Expectations Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. The Personal History of David Copperfield Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. A Christmas Carol Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. The Hound of the Baskervilles On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the town of Meung, in which the author of The Romance of the Rose was born, appeared to be in a perfect state of revolution as if the Hugenots had just made a second Rochelle of it. The Three Musketeers On the 24th of February, 1815, the lookout of Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master, the Pharaon, from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples. As usual, a pilot put off immediately, and rounding the Chateau d'If, got on board the vessel between Cape Morgion and the Isle of Rion. The Count of Monte Cristo In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. The Great Gatsby James Bond, wth two double bourbons inside him, sat back in the final departure lounge of Miami Airport and thought about life and death. Goldfinger Most motorcars are conglomerations (this is a long word for bundles) of steel and wire and rubber and plastic, and electricity and oil and gasoline and water, and the toffee papers you pushed down the crack in the back seat last Sunday. Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang At seven o'clock, the morning of the 26th of December, the S.S. Poseidon, 81,000 tons, homeward bound for Lisbon after a month-long Christmas cruise to African and South American ports, suddenly found herself in the midst of an unaccountable swell, 400 miles south-west of the Azores, and began to roll like a pig. The Poseidon Adventure The old ram stands looking down over rockslides, stupidly triumphant. Grendel The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon. Lord of the Flies This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it. The Princess Bride The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. The Wind in the Willows It is a curious thing that at my age, fifty-five last birthday, I should find myself taking up a pen to try and write a history. King Solomon's Mines Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. The Maltese Falcon Halfway down a bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and a huge, clustered chimney in the midst. The House of Seven Gables |
|
|
| www.generationterrorists.com |