Famous lines from world-renowned classics

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When, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolf-like, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him. And his cadences were their cadences, the cadences which voiced their woe and what to them was the meaning of the stillness, and the cold, and dark. - Jack London, The Call of the Wild

I was a-trembling, because I’d got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. - Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

There are years that ask questions and years that answer. - Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

I assure you that the world is not so amusing as we imagined. - Pierre Choderlos de Laclos, Dangerous Liaisons

Ask no questions and you’ll be told no lies. - Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

I will wear him

In my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Lying in bed, he would think of Heaven and London. - Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at the bottom. - Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

For years after Lydgate remembered the impression produced in him by this involuntary appeal—this cry from soul to soul, without other consciousness than their moving with kindred natures in the same embroiled medium, the same troublous fitfully-illuminated life. - George Eliot, Middlemarch

Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same. - Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

The air brightened, the running shadow patches were now the obverse, and it seemed to him that the fact that the day was clearing was another cunning stroke on the part of the foe, the fresh battle toward which he was carrying ancient wounds. - William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

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