Lewis Carroll Quotes

O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none -
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

It is not real work unless you would rather be doing something else.

I suppose every child has a world of his own — and every man, too, for the matter of that. I wonder if that's the cause for all the misunderstanding there is in Life?

I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

The master was an old Turtle — we used to call him Tortoise — '
Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?' Alice asked.
We called him Tortoise because he taught us,' said the Mock Turtle angrily; 'really you are very dull!'
You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question,' added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth.

She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it), and

"آلیس گفت: "من نمیتونم اینو باور کنم."
ملکه گفت: "یه بار دیگه تلاش کن. یه نفس عمیق بکش و چشماتو ببند. حالا سعی کن باور کنی."
آلیس خندید: "سعی کردن فایده ای نداره. آدم نمیتونه چیزای غیرممکن رو باور کنه."
ملکه گفت:"خب به خاطر اینه که خوب تمرین نکردی. من وقتی همسن تو بودم، هر روز نیم ساعت تمرین میکردم. بعضی وقتا میتونستم قبل از صبحانه شیش تا چیز غیرممکنو باور کنم.

You're thinking about something, and it makes you forget to talk.

A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear — Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream — Lingering in the golden gleam — Life, what is it but a dream?

'Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes: But the name of the secret is Love!

Well that was the silliest tea party I ever went to! I am never going back there again!

Alicia: ¿Cuánto tiempo es para siempre? Conejo blanco: A veces, sólo un segundo.

All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide.

Always speak the truth, think before you speak, and write it down afterwards.