Lewis Carroll Quotes

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!

I mark this day with a white stone.

You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret: All the best people are.

My father was a Brownie, Sir; My mother was a Fairy. The notion had occurred to her, The children would be happier, If they were taught to vary. The notion soon became a craze; And, when it once began, she Brought us all out in different ways - One was a Pixy, two were Fays, Another was a Banshee.

"In most gardens", the Tiger-lily said, "they make the beds too soft-so that the flowers are always asleep."

"آلیس گفت: "توی سرزمین ما، اگه يه مدت طولانی با سرعت بدوی، ميرسى به يه جای ديگه."
ملكه قرمز گفت: "چه سرزمین كوچیكی! اينجا بايد با تمام سرعت بدوی تا بتونی همونجا كه هستی بمونی.

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.

I like the Walrus best,' said Alice: `because you see he was a little sorry for the poor oysters.'

`He ate more than the Carpenter, though,' said Tweedledee. `You see he held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he took: contrariwise.'

`That was mean!' Alice said indignantly. `Then I like the Carpenter best — if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus.'

`But he ate as many as he could get,' said Tweedledum.

This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began, `Well! They were both very unpleasant characters —

If I had but the time and you had but the brain

I have had prayers answered - most strangely so sometimes - but I think our Heavenly Father's loving-kindness has been even more evident in what He has refused me.

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth,

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.

Yet still to choose a brat like you, To haunt a man of forty-two, Was no great compliment!"

either the locks were too large, or the key was too small,

One winter night, at half past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine