Todo tiene una moraleja, si eres capaz de encontrarla.
Oh, there’s no use in talking to him,’ said Alice desperately: ‘he’s perfectly idiotic!’ And.
If I wasn’t real,′ Alice said – half-laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous – ‘I shouldn’t be able to cry.’ ‘I hope you don’t suppose those are real tears?’ Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
I can’t believe THAT!′ said Alice. ‘Can’t you?’ the Queen said in a pitying tone. ‘Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes.’ Alice laughed. ‘There’s no use trying,’ she said: ‘one CAN’T believe impossible things.’ ‘I daresay you haven’t had much practice,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Seven years and six months! Humpty Dumpty repeated thoughtfully. ‘An uncomfortable sort of age. Now if you’d asked my advice, I’d have said “Leave off at seven” – but it’s too late now.
I meant by “impenetrability” that we’ve had enough of that subject, and it would be just as well if you’d mention what you mean to do next, as I suppose you don’t mean to stop here all the rest of your life.′ ‘That’s a great deal to make one word mean,’ Alice said in a thoughtful tone. ‘When I make a word do a lot of work like that,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘I always pay it extra.
A great deal of the bad writing in the world comes simply from writing too quickly. Of course you reply, “I do it to save time”. A very good object, no doubt: but what right have you to do it at your friend’s expense? Isn’t his time as valuable as yours?
You may look in front of you, and on both sides, if you like,′ said the sheep: ’but you can’t look ALL round you – unless you’ve got eyes at the back of your head.
Why, Mary Ann, what ARE you doing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick, now!
A very merry unbirthday to you.
I pictured myself the Queen of Hearts as sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion – a blind and aimless Fury.
The human mind is generally far more eager to praise and dispraise than to describe and define.
You are old, Father William,” the young man said, “And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head – Do you think, at your age, it is right?” “In my youth,” Father William replied to his son, “I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.
Serpent, I say again!′ repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone, and added with a kind of sob, ‘I’ve tried every way, and nothing seems to suit them!’ ‘I haven’t the least idea what you’re talking.
The only way to achieve the impossible is to believe that it is possible.
Oh, you foolish.
I know what you’re thinking about,” said Tweedle-dum, “But it ain’t so, nohow.” “Contrariwise,” continued Tweedledee, “if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn’t, it ain’t. That’s logic.
So she brushed away her tears, and went on, as cheerfully as she could.
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you’re at!
It’s the stupidest tea party I ever was at in all my life!