Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching, and live like it’s heaven on earth.— Susanna Clarke
The most restlessness Susanna Clarke quotes that will add value to your life
She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.
Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange.
Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never would.
I know magicians and I know magic and I say this: all magicians lie and this one more than most.
It is these black clothes," said Strange.
"I am like a leftover piece of funeral, condemned to walk about the Town, frightening people into thinking of their own mortality.
She even learnt the language of a strange country which Senior Cosetti had been told some people believed still existed, although no-one in the world could say where it was. The name of this country was Wales.
Well, I suppose one ought not to employ a magician and then complain that he does not behave like other people.
Some years ago there was in the city of York a society of magicians.
They met upon the third Wednesday of every month and read each other long, dull papers upon the history of English magic.
I have a scholar's love of silence and solitude.
To sit and pass hour after hour in idle chatter with a roomful of strangers is to me the worst sort of torment.
Houses, like people, are apt to become rather eccentric if left too much on their own; this house was the architectural equivalent of an old gentleman in a worn dressing-gown and torn slippers, who got up and went to bed at odd times of day, and who kept up a continual conversation with friends no one else could see.
you must learn to live as I do - in the face of constant criticism, opposition and censure. That, sir, is the English way.
Drawing teaches habits of close observation that will always be useful.
He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I...I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up.' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.
What nobility of feeling! To sacrifice your own pleasure to preserve the comfort of others! It is a thing, I confess, that would never occur to me.
This is a very grave matter, punishable by.
..well, I do not exactly know what, but something rather severe, I should imagine.
He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands.
Bryon tilted his head to a very odd angle, half-closed his eyes and composed his features to suggest that he was about to expire from chronic indigestion.
Well, Henry, you can cease frowning at me.
If I am a magician, I am a very indifferent one. Other adepts summon up fairy-spirits and long-dead kings. I appear to have conjured the spirit of a banker.
And how shall I think of you?' He considered a moment and then laughed.
'Think of me with my nose in a book!
It is also true that his hair had a reddish tinge and, as everybody knows, no one with red hair can ever truly be said to be handsome.
Yet it is true—skin can mean a great deal.
Mine means that any man may strike me in a public place and never fear the consequences. It means that my friends do not always like to be seen with me in the street. It means that no matter how many books I read, or languages I master, I will never be anything but a curiosity—like a talking pig or a mathematical horse.
Ha!' said the tall man drily. 'He was in high luck. Rich old uncles who die are in shockingly short supply.
There must come a time when the bullets will run out
He smiles but rarely and watches other men to see when they laugh and then does the same.
I mean that two of any thing is a most uncomfortable number.
One may do as he pleases. Six may get along well enough. But two must always struggle for mastery. Two must always watch each other. The eyes of all the world will be on two, uncertain which of them to follow.
You've got to sing like you don't need the money.
You've got to love like you'll never get hurt. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching. You've got to come from the heart, if you want it to work.
It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry.
A piece of writing is like a piece of magic. You create something out of nothing.
For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.
The land is all too shallow It is painted on the sky And trembles like the wind-shook rain When the Raven King passed by
But, though French, she was also very brave.
There is nothing in the world so easy to explain as failure - it is, after all, what everybody does all the time.
Lovers are rarely the most rational beings in creation.
After two hours it stopped raining and in the same moment the spell broke, which Peroquet and the Admiral and Captain Jumeau knew by a curious twist of their senses, as if they had tasted a string quartet, or been, for a moment, deafened by the sight of colour blue.
I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.
He hardly ever spoke of magic, and when he did it was like a history lesson and no one could bear to listen to him.
Oh! And they read English novels! David! Did you ever look into an English novel? Well, do not trouble yourself. It is nothing but a lot of nonsense about girls with fanciful names getting married.
..The argument he was conducting with his neighbor as to whether the English magician had gone mad because he was a magician, or because he was English.
And the name of the one shall be Fearfulness.
And the name of the other shall be Arrogance... Well, clearly you are not Fearfulness, so I suppose you must be Arrogance.' This was not very polite.
Unfortunately, Childermass's French was so strongly accented by his native Yorkshire that Minervois did not understand and asked Strange if Childermass was Dutch.
It would need someone very remarkable to recover your name, Stephen, someone of rare perspicacity, with extraordinary talents and incomparable nobility of character. Me, in fact.
It is curious and we magicians collect curiosities, you know.
Perhaps I am too tame, too domestic a magician.
But how does one work up a little madness? I meet with mad people every day in the street, but I never thought before to wonder how they got mad. Perhaps I should go wandering on lonely moors and barren shores. That is always a popular place for lunatics - in novels and plays at any rate. Perhaps wild England will make me mad.
To be more precise it was the color of heartache.
It was an old fashioned house --the sort of house in fact, as Strange expressed it, which a lady in a novel might like to be persecuted in.
All books are doors; and some of them are wardrobes.
How is a magician to exist without books? Let someone explain that to me.
It is like asking a politician to achieve high office without the benefit of bribes or patronage.
But when the fairy sang the whole world listened to him.
Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills shift and murmur; he felt cold mists dance. He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands. In the fairy’s song the earth recognized the names by which it called itself.
He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.
An explorer cannot stay at home reading maps other men have made.