Nice Quotes #13: H.G. Wells

truth-revelation (73) in nicequotes • 7 years ago

Over me, about me, closing in on me, embracing me ever nearer, was the Eternal, that which was before the beginning and that which triumphs over the end; that enormous void in which all light and life and being is but the thin and vanishing splendour of a falling star, the cold, the stillness, the silence, - the infinite and final Night of space.

H.G. Wells

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truth-revelation (73) · 7 years ago

Life is real again, and the useless and cumbersome and mischievous have to die.

truth-revelation (73) · 7 years ago

The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemed from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coarch and Horses, more dead than alive as it seemed, and flung his portmanteau down. "A fire," he cried, "in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!" He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain. And with that much introduction, that and a ready acquiescence to terms and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took up his quarters in the inn.

truth-revelation (73) · 7 years ago

Very much indeed of what we call moral education is such an artificial modification and perversion of instinct; pugnacity is trained into courageous self-sacrifice, and suppressed sexuality into religious emotion.

truth-revelation (73) · 7 years ago

Now they stumbled in the shackles of humanity, lived in a fear that never died, fretted by a law they could not understand; their mock-human existence began in an agony, was one long internal struggle, one long dread of Moreau - and for what? It was the wantonness that stirred me.

truth-revelation (73) · 7 years ago

I felt amazingly confident,—it’s not particularly pleasant recalling that I was an ass.

truth-revelation (73) · 7 years ago

I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.

truth-revelation (73) · 7 years ago

I was a battleground of fear and curiosity.

truth-revelation (73) · 7 years ago

In the middle of the night she woke up dreaming of huge white heads like turnips, that came trailing after her, at the end of interminable necks, and with vast black eyes. But being a sensible woman, she subdued her terrors and turned over and went to sleep again.

truth-revelation (73) · 7 years ago

We should remember how repulsive our carnivorous habits would seem to an intelligent rabbit.

truth-revelation (73) · 7 years ago

A shell in the pit," said I, "if the worst comes to worst will kill them all.