The Hobbit An Unexpected Journey Book Quotes & Sayings

Philosophers who pay for their semantics by drawing checks on Darwin are in debt way over their heads. — Jerry Fodor

The freedom to make my own mistakes is all I've ever wanted — Ciaran Hinds

I have a huge rib cage, which is why I can hold a note out until I'm blue in the face ... because I have such a big lung capacity. — Jessica Simpson

All literary men are Red Sox fans - to be a Yankee fan in a literate society is to endanger your life — John Cheever

I quickly learned that as the ex-whatever, you only get so many golden opportunities to keep your mouth shut, and you should take advantage of every single one. — Chris Hadfield

When one begins, as I did, to analyze men after a fairly long experience of analyzing women, one receives a most surprising impression of the intensity of this envy of pregnancy, childbirth, and motherhood, as well as of breasts and of the act of suckling. — Karen Horney

In her small voice, Persephone said, "I have nothing to add." After a moment of consideration, she added, however, "If you are going to punch someone, don't put your thumb inside your fist. It would be a shame to break it. — Maggie Stiefvater

We will have a more just society as soon as we want one. — George Packer

When I think of it as happening to somebody else, it seems that the idea of me soaked to the skin, surrounded by countless driving streaks of silver, and moving through when I completely forget my material existence, and view myself from a purely objective standpoint, can I, as a figure in a painting, blend into the beautiful harmony of my natural surroundings. The moment, however, I feel annoyed because of the rain, or miserable because my legs are weary because of the rain, or miserable because my legs are weary with walking, then I have already ceased to be a character in a poem, or a figure in a painting, and I revert to the uncomprehending, insensitive man in the street I was before. I am then even blind to the elegance of the fleeting clouds; unable even to feel any bond of sympathy with a falling petal or the cry of a bird, much less appreciate the great beauty in the image of myself, completely alone, walking through the mountains in spring. — Soseki Natsume

Life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky