Travel (Edna St. Vincent Millay)

The railroad track is miles away,

And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I'd rather take,
No matter where it's going.

And You Can Quote Me: The Catcher in the Rye; J.D. Salinger

“I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to help you, if I can.”
He really was, too. You could see that. But it was just that we were too much on opposite sides of the pole, that’s all.

When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around.

The only reason I didn’t do it was because I wasn’t in the mood. If you’re not in the mood, you can’t do that stuff right.

That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you half fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.

The goddam movies. They can ruin you. I’m not kidding.

I used to think she was quite intelligent, in my stupidity. The reason I did was because she knew quite a lot about theater and plays and literature and all that stuff. If somebody knows quite a lot about those things, it takes you quite awhile to figure out if they’re really stupid or not.

Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.

Certain things they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know that’s impossible, but its too bad anyway.

If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? Nobody.

It’s not too bad when the sun’s out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.

“I don’t want to scare you.” he said, “but I can very clearly see you dying, one way or another, for some highly unworthy cause.”

Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

And You Can Quote Me: Anna Karenina; Leo Tolstoy

All happy families are alike but an unhappy family is unhappy after its own fashion.

“..what am I to do?”
There was no answer, except life’s usual answer to the most complex and insoluble questions. The answer is this: live from day to day; in other words, forget.

Perhaps it’s our strong point really—this faculty for seeing our own shortcomings; but we overdo it, we comfort ourselves with irony to which we always give ready tongue.

It was my last effort. And I put my whole heart into it. I can’t. I’m no good at it.

His whole heart was filled with memories.

The future is yours and the present is mine- and the present is not all that it might be.

But it could not be helped. What must be must be.

By the mark of your steed
I can tell his fine breed
And a young man in love by his eyes

He felt himself and did not want to be anyone else. All he wanted was to be better than he had been before.

However often one sees her, every day she’s different. you only get that with the French.

They ought to find a way of being inoculated against love, like being vaccinated for smallpox.

Time will go by and I shall not mind about this either.

Spring is the time of plans and projects.

Woman, don’t you know, is the sort of subject that study it as much as you will it is always quite new.

Whatever our destiny is or may be, we have made it ourselves and we do not complain…no, they must needs teach us how to live. They haven’t the remotest idea of what happiness is; they don’t know that without our love, for us there is neither happiness nor unhappiness- there would be no life at all.

There are times when one would give a whole month for a six pence and others when you wouldn’t sell half-an-hour at any price.

She was studying his face, making up for the time she had not seen him, comparing, as she did every time they met, the picture of him in her imagination (incomparably superior, impossible in reality) with him as he actually was.

He looked at her as a man might look at some faded flower he had picked, in which it was difficult to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it.

I’ve always loved you, and if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be…

He who advocates war- off with him in a special advance legion to lead the first onslaught, the first attack!