The Great Puzzle: Smart and Metaphoric Book Quotes by Lewis Carroll

With a new issue of the Quotebook, I invite you to dive into an amusing world of ideas from the books written by Lewis Carroll. Let’s recall the favourite metaphors and deep, everlasting thoughts wrapped in fun and jokes by the author of various Alice’s adventures. *** I’m not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my…

The Great Puzzle: Smart and Metaphoric Book Quotes by Lewis Carroll

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I’m not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours.
(Lewis Carroll)

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It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
(Lewis Carroll)

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If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does.
(Lewis Carroll)

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“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.”
(Lewis Carroll)

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I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!
(Lewis Carroll)

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One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.
(Lewis Carroll)

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I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
(Lewis Carroll)

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Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.
(Lewis Carroll)

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My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.
(Lewis Carroll)

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If you don’t know where you are going any road can take you there.
(Lewis Carroll)

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The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
(Lewis Carroll)

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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again”.
(Lewis Carroll)

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I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.
(Lewis Carroll)

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“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.’

’The question is,’ said Alice, ‘whether you can make words mean so many different things.’

’The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be master — that’s all.”
(Lewis Carroll)

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IN THE END… We only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we were afraid to have,and the decisions we waited too long to make.
(Lewis Carroll)

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If you set to work to believe everything, you will tire out the believing-muscles of your mind, and then you’ll be so weak you won’t be able to believe the simplest true things.
(Lewis Carroll)

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Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.
(Lewis Carroll)

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I have seen so many extraordinary things, nothing seems extraordinary any more.
(Lewis Carroll)

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You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants some magical solution to their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic.
(Lewis Carroll)

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How long is forever?
Sometimes just one second.
(Lewis Carroll)

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I love the stillness of the wood;
I love the music of the rill:
I love the couch in pensive mood
Upon some silent hill.

Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees,
The silver-crested ripples pass;
and, like a mimic brook, the breeze
Whispers among the grass.

Here from the world I win release,
Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude,
Break into mar the holy peace
Of this great solitude.

Here may the silent tears I weep
Lull the vested spirit into rest,
As infants sob themselves to sleep
Upon a mothers breast.

But when the bitter hour is gone,
And the keen throbbing pangs are still,
Oh, sweetest then to couch alone
Upon some silent hill!

To live in joys that once have been,
To put the cold world out of sight,
And deck life’s drear and barren scene
With hues of rainbow-light.

For what to man the gift of breath,
If sorrow be his lot below;
If all the day that ends in death
Be dark with clouds of woe?

Shall the poor transport of an hour
Repay long years of sore distress—
The fragrance of a lonely flower
Make glad the wilderness?

Ye golden house of life’s young spring,
Of innocence, of love and truth!
Bright, beyond all imagining,
Thou fairy-dream of youth!

I’d give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life’s decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer’s day.
(Lewis Carroll)