Frases de Lewis Carroll

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“Nada se é conquistado com lágrimas.”

“Quando acordei hoje de manhã, eu sabia quem eu era, mas acho que já mudei muitas vezes desde então.”

“Você poderia me dizer, por favor, qual caminho eu devo seguir?" "Isso depende muito de onde você deseja chegar.”

“Talvez seja sempre a pimenta que torna as pessoas esquentadas […] e o vinagre que as torna azedas… e a camomila que as torna amargas… e… o caramelo e essas coisas que tornam as crianças suaves. Só queria que as pessoas soubessem disto: não seriam tão sovinas com bomboms…”

“Aonde fica a saída, Perguntou Alice ao gato que ria. Depende, respondeu o gato. De quê, replicou Alice; Depende de para onde você quer ir…”

“Tudo tem uma moral se você conseguir simplesmente notar.”

“Podes dizer-me, por favor, que caminho devo seguir para sair daqui?
Isso depende muito de para onde queres ir - respondeu o gato.
Preocupa-me pouco aonde ir - disse Alice.
Nesse caso, pouco importa o caminho que sigas - replicou o gato.”

“Alice: Quanto tempo dura o eterno?
Coelho: Às vezes apenas um segundo.”

“Mas os poços da fantasia acabam sempre por secar e o contador de histórias, cansado tentou escapar como podia: o resto amanha… Já é amanha”

“É preciso correr muito para ficar no mesmo lugar. Se você quer chegar a outro lugar, corra duas vezes mais.”

“E então a duquesa disse: A moral disso é, tome conta do sentido e os sons tomarão conta de si mesmos.”

“Tudo tem uma moral: é só encontrá-la.”

“Você deve aprender a não fazer observações pessoais', Alice disse em um tom um tanto severo; 'Isto é muito rude.”

“Gatinho inglês - começou ela, meio tímida, pois não tinha muita certeza se ele iria gostar de ser tratado desse modo.”

“Quando eu uso uma palavra,' Humpty Dumpty disse em um tom um tanto formal, 'isto significa que eu escolho o que ela significa - nem mais nem menos.”

“Eu… eu… nem eu mesmo sei, nesse momento… eu… enfim, sei quem eu era, quando me levantei hoje de manhã, mas acho que já me transformei várias vezes desde então.”

“{“Poderia me dizer, por favor, que caminho devo tomar para ir embora daqui?” “Depende bastante de para onde quer ir, respondeu o Gato.” “Não me importa muito para onde, disse Alice.” “Então não importa que caminho tome, disse o Gato.” “Contanto que eu chegue a algum lugar, Alice acrescentou à guisa de explicação.” “Oh, isso você vai conseguir, afirmou o Gato, desde que ande bastante.”

“Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through the land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast -
And half believe it true.”

“Do let's pretend that I'm a hungry hyena, and you're a bone!”

“One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it-- it was the black kitten's fault entirely.”

“You couldn't have it if you DID want it.”

“What does it matter where my body happens to be?' he said. 'My mind goes on working all the same.”

“And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
"The rest next time--" "It is next time!"
The Happy voice cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland”

“Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again”

“But, I nearly forgot, you must close your eyes otherwise you won't see anything”

“What do you suppose is the use of a child without any meaning? Even a joke should have some meaning-- and a child's more imporant than a joke, I hope. You couldn't deny that, even if you tried with both hands.”

“All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide.”

“To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said 'I've a sceptre in hand, I've a crown on my head. Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be, Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.”

“but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.”

“The Red Queen shook her head. "You may call it 'nonsense' if you like," she said, "but I've heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!”

“It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.”

“if you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.”

“You've lost your muchness.”

“p>Finally my Hiawatha
Tumbled all the tribe together,
('Grouped' is not the right expression),
And, as happy chance would have it
Did at last obtain a picture
Where the faces all succeeded:
Each came out a perfect likeness.Then they joined and all abused it,
Unrestrainedly abused it,
As the worst and ugliest picture
They could possibly have dreamed of.
'Giving one such strange expressions -
Sullen, stupid, pert expressions.
Really any one would take us
(Any one that did not know us)
For the most unpleasant people!”

“Not as in rest she bowed,
But large hot tears were coursing down her cheek.
And her low-panted sobs broke awefully
Upon the sleeping echoes of the night.”

“In her eyes is the living Hght
Of a wanderer to earth
From a far celestial height:
Summers five are all the span —
Summers five since Time began
To veil in mists of human night
A shining angel-birth.

Does an angel look from her eyes?
Will she suddenly spring away,
And soar to her home in the skies?
Beatrice! Blessing and blessed to be!”

“My father was a Brownie, Sir;
My mother was a Fairy.
The notion had occurred to her,
The children would be happier,
If they were taught to vary.

The notion soon became a craze;
And, when it once began, she
Brought us all out in different ways -
One was a Pixy, two were Fays,
Another was a Banshee.”

“Put the date in full. It is another aggravating thing, when you wish, years afterwards, to arrange a series of letters, to find them dated "Feb. 17", "Aug. 2", without any year to guide you as to which comes first. And never, never, dear Madam (N. B. this remark is addressed to ladies only: no man would ever do such a thing), put "Wednesday", simply, as the date!”

“There is an insect that people avoid
(Whence is derived the verb 'to flee').
Where have you been by it most annoyed?
In lodgings by the Sea.”

“Then proudly smiled that old man
To see the eager lad
Rush madly for his pen and ink
And for his blotting-pad –
But, when he thought of publishing,
His face grew stern and sad.”

“I charm in vain; for never again,
All keenly as my glance I bend,
Will Memory, goddess coy,
Embody for my joy
Departed days, nor let me gaze
On thee, my fairy friend!”

“The White Knight must not have whiskers; he must not be made to look old.”

“"Our Second Experiment", the Professor announced, as Bruno returned to his place, still thoughtfully rubbing his elbows, "is the production of that seldom-seen-but-greatly-to-be-admired phenomenon, Black Light! You have seen White Light, Red Light, Green Light, and so on: but never, till this wonderful day, have any eyes but mine seen Black Light! This box", carefully lifting it upon the table, and covering it with a heap of blankets, "is quite full of it. The way I made it was this - I took a lighted candle into a dark cupboard and shut the door. Of course the cupboard was then full of Yellow Light. Then I took a bottle of Black ink, and poured it over the candle: and, to my delight, every atom of the Yellow Light turned Black! That was indeed the proudest moment of my life! Then I filled a box with it. And now - would anyone like to get under the blankets and see it?"Dead silence followed this appeal: but at last Bruno said "I'll get under, if it won't jingle my elbows."Satisfied on this point, Bruno crawled under the blankets, and, after a minute or two, crawled out again, very hot and dusty, and with his hair in the wildest confusion."What did you see in the box?" Sylvie eagerly enquired."I saw nuffin!" Bruno sadly replied. "It were too dark!""He has described the appearance of the thing exactly!"”

“He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
'At length I realise,' he said,
'The bitterness of Life!”

“Those locks of jet are turned to gray,
And she is strange and far away
That might have been mine own to-day —

That might have been mine own, my dear,
Through many and many a happy year —
That might have sat beside me here.”

“The day was wet, the rain fell souse
Like jars of strawberry jam, a
sound was heard in the old henhouse,
A beating of a hammer.”