Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
Begin at the beginning,” the King said, very gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop.
have i gone mad?im afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usualy are.
Why it’s simply impassible!Alice: Why, don’t you mean impossible? Nothing’s impossible!
If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.
Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.”I’ve had nothing yet,” Alice replied in an offended tone, “so I can’t take more.” than nothing.” opinion,” said Alice.
Speak in French when you can’t think of the English for a thing–turn your toes out when you walk—And remember who you are!
Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!
Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.
What does it matter where my body happens to be?’ he said. ‘My mind goes on working all the same.
I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.
One! two! and through and throughThe vorpal blade went snickersnack!He left it dead, and with its headHe went galumphing back.
And ever, as the story drainedThe wells of fancy dry,And faintly strove that weary oneTo put the subject by,”The rest next time–” “It is next time!”The Happy voice cry.Thus grew the tale of Wonderland
what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice, ‘without pictures or conversations?'”- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland, Ch. 1
Why it’s simply impassible!Alice: Why, don’t you mean impos
Must a name mean something?” Alice asked doubtfully.Of course it must,” Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh; “my name means the shape I am – and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.
What do you suppose is the use of a child without any meaning? Even a joke should have some meaning– and a child’s more imporant than a joke, I hope. You couldn’t deny that, even if you tried with both hands.
Where should I go?” -Alice. “That depends on where you want to end up.” – The Cheshire Cat.
And what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversation?
Cat: Where are you going?Alice: Which way should I go?Cat: That depends on where you are going.Alice: I don’t know.Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.
She generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes;
Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.
But, said Alice, if the world has absolutely no sense, who’s stopping us from inventing one?
No Ghost of any common sense begins a conversation
In most gardens they make the beds too soft – so that the flowers are always asleep.
All right,” said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.
You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants some magical solution to their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic.
Then it doesn’t matter which way you walk…-so long as I get somewhere.
When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in a rather scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean – neither more nor less.
Let craft, ambition, spite, Be quenched in Reason’s night, Till weakness turn to might, Till what is dark be light, Till what is wrong be right!
In vain we roared;in vain we triedTo rouse her into laughter:Her pensive glances wandered wideFrom orchestra to rafter -“TIER UPON TIER!” she said,and sighed;And silence followed after.
Scarce was the verdict spoken,When that still calm was broken,A childish form hath burst into the throng;With tears and looks of sadness,That bring no news of gladness,But tell too surely something hath gone wrong!
I see nobody on the road,’ said Alice’I only wish I had such eyes,’ The King remarked in a fretful tone. ‘To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance too! Why it’s as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,’ says the White Queen to Alice.
What matter it how far we go?” his scaly friend replied.”There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
Tut, tut, child!” said the Duchess. “Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.
If there is no meaning in it,” said the King, “that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn’t try to find any. And yet I don’t know.
When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.
Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?””That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.””I don’t much care where –””Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.
No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.
The time has come,” the walrus said, “to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships – and sealing wax – of cabbages and kings
Speak English!” said the Eaglet. “I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and, what’s more, I don’t believe you do either!” And the Eaglet bend down its head to hide a smile: some of the other birds tittered audibly.
I don’t think…” then you shouldn’t talk, said the Hatter.
Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that you will one day see a brighter dawn than this.
If you don’t know where you want to go, then it doesn’t matter which path you take.
It is the one of the great secrets of life that those things are most worth doing,we do for others.
you’re entirly bonkers but I’ll tell you a secret all the best people are
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth,
and vinegar that makes them sour—and camomile that makes them bitter—and—and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that: then they wouldn’t be so stingy about it, you know—
Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?”“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter
Alice asked the Cheshire Cat who was sitting in a tree “What road do I take?”The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?””I don’t know ” answered Alice. “Then, said the cat, it really doesn’t matter, does it?
I wish creatures wouldn’t be so easily offended!”, “You’ll get used to it in time,” said the Caterpillar; and it put the hookah into its mouth and began smoking again.
Contrariwise,’ continued Tweedledee, ‘if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn’t, it ain’t. That’s logic.
To be sure, this is what generally happens when one eats cake; but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.
,”I am not crazy, my reality is just different from yours.”-Cheshire Cat
am i insane” asked alice”yes, but all the best people are” replied her father
Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important to say.”This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again.”Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar.
In most gardens”, the Tiger-lily said, “they make the beds too soft-so that the flowers are always asleep.
Always speak the truth – think before you speak – and write it down afterwards.
Little Alice fell d o w nthe hOle, bumped her head and bruised her soul
Of course it is,’ said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to everythingthat Alice said; ‘there’s a large mustard-mine near here. And the moralof that is– “The more there is of mine, the less there is of yours.
Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas—only I don’t exactly know what they are!
‘The horror of that moment ‘ the King went on T shall never never forget!’ ‘You will though ‘the Queen said ‘if you don’t make a memorandum of it.’
“Tut tut child ” said the Duchess. “Everything’s got a moral if only you can find it.”
Sometimes I have believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
The rule is jam tomorrow and jam yesterday – but never jam today.
Now here you see it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else you must run at least twice as fast as that!
“The horror of that moment ” the King went on “I shall never forget.” “You will though ” the Queen said “if you don’t make a memorandum of it.”
“The time has come ” the Walrus said “To talk of many things Of shoes – and ships – and sealing-wax – Of cabbages – and kings – And why the sea is boiling hot – And whether pigs have wings.”
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee Agreed to have a battle For Tweedle Dum said Tweedle Dee Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
It’s one of the most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battle – to get one’s head cut off.
’twas bryllig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe All mimsy were the borogoves And the mome raths out grabe.
Take care of the sense and the sounds will take of care themselves.
There comes a pause, for human strength will not endure to dance without cessation; and everyone must reach the point at length of absolute prostration.
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
Always speak the truth, think before you speak, and write it down afterwards.
There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.
If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.