Herman Melville

Moby Dick

  • Adriana Rangelhar citeretfor 9 år siden
    For what are the comprehensible terrors of man compared with the interlinked terrors and wonders of God!
  • Maria Shumilovahar citeretfor 6 år siden
    Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
  • nevena3005har citeretfor 2 år siden
    Next: how shall we define the whale, by his obvious externals, so as conspicuously to label him for all time to come? To be short, then, a whale is A SPOUTING FISH WITH A HORIZONTAL TAIL.
  • nevena3005har citeretfor 3 år siden
    Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
  • nevena3005har citeretfor 3 år siden
    Ignorance is the parent of fear, and being completely nonplussed and confounded about the stranger, I confess I was now as much afraid of him as if it was the devil himself who had thus broken into my room at the dead of night.
  • Darya Bukhtoyarovahar citeretfor 6 år siden
    Damn me, but all things are queer, come to think of 'em. But that's against my principles. Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth—
  • Nadya Bessonovahar citeretfor 7 år siden
    Considering how sociably we had been sleeping together the night previous, and especially considering the affectionate arm I had found thrown over me upon waking in the morning, I thought this indifference of his very strange. But savages are strange beings; at times you do not know exactly how to take them.
  • Roza Nabihar citereti går
    not the smallest atom stirs or lives on matter, but has its cunning duplicate in mind.
  • Roza Nabihar citereti går
    "Speak, thou vast and venerable head," muttered Ahab,
  • hamalayushma19har citeretfor 4 dage siden
    But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?
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