The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright – And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.
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.
Off with their heads!
Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.
You would have to be half mad to dream me up.
Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.
It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.
Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, with bitter tiding laden, shall summon to unwelcome bed a melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near.
If you do not know where you want to go, it doesn’t matter which path you take.
Do let’s pretend that I’m a hungry hyena, and you’re a bone!
I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.
Alice! A childish story take, And with a gentile hand Lay it where Childhood dreams are twined In memory’s mystic band, Like pilgrim’s withered wreath of flowers Pluck’d in a far off land.
For the snark was a boojum, you see.
I said you LOOKED like an egg, Sir. And some eggs are very pretty, you know.
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.
You couldn’t have it if you DID want it.
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Curtsey while you’re thinking what to say. It saves time.
But, said Alice, the the world has absolutely no sens, who’s stopping us from inventing one?
Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Beau – ootiful Soo – oop! Beau – ootiful Soo – oop! Soo – oop of the e – e – evening, Beautiful, beautiful soup!