Herman Melville

Moby Dick

  • Adriana Rangelciteerde uit9 jaar geleden
    For what are the comprehensible terrors of man compared with the interlinked terrors and wonders of God!
  • Maria Shumilovaciteerde uit6 jaar geleden
    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.
  • nevena3005citeerde uit2 jaar geleden
    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.
  • nevena3005citeerde uit3 jaar geleden
    Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
  • nevena3005citeerde uit3 jaar geleden
    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 Bukhtoyarovaciteerde uit6 jaar geleden
    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 Bessonovaciteerde uit8 jaar geleden
    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.
  • Roseciteerde uitgisteren
    But I am not a brave man; never said I was a brave man; I am a coward; and I sing to keep up my spirits. And I tell you what it is, Mr. Starbuck, there's no way to stop my singing in this world but to cut my throat. And when that's done, ten to one I sing ye the doxology for a wind-up.
  • Roseciteerde uitgisteren
    And damn me, Ahab, but thou actest right; live in the game, and die in it!
  • Roseciteerde uit11 dagen geleden
    I am horror-struck at this antemosaic, unsourced existence of the unspeakable terrors of the whale, which, having been before all time, must needs exist after all humane ages are over.
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