Book quotes II English by famous authors - M. van Eijk -
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Original book quotes, unexpected, funny, inspirational!
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book Quotes II –English AMSTERDAM – IAN MCEWAN ROALD DAHL – Someone like you Frederick Forsyth – The Negotiator Ludlum – The Gemini Contenders Collected Short Stories I– W. Somerset Maugham E. M. Forster – Howard’s End C. S. Forester – The Ship ( English literature ) boost your language skills by reading quotes and phrases from English literary books. By M. van Eijk/MA
It’s an inspiring way to learn and expand your language ! English is spoken as a native language by about 375 million people and as a second language by around 375 million speakers in the world. Speakers of English as a second language will soon outnumber those who speak it as a first language, according to research by the British Council . These quotes about learning English can provide comic relief , inspiration or insult to any learner of the English language . No matter how much confident and successful we are there is a time comes in life when things don't go the way we want them . At that time, we feel depressed and sad. And we need something that can inspire us and motivate us to get back to life. We need something that can boost our self confidence to survive through in our tough times. This is the time when we need Motivational Literary Quotes.
AMSTERDAM – IAN MCEWAN He married a woman to stop her from getting away; Now she’s there all day!
He’s cutting a deal with the Americans behind the German’s back s . Short-term gain, long-term disaster.
How he looked, and how he felt he looked, were probably very far apart.
He wanted to be alone…… and what he saw made him cry out in irritation . Spread out over more than a mile, marked by brilliant points of fluor escent oranges, blues and gre ens , w as a party of walkers. They were schoolchildren, perhaps a hu nd red of them, filing down to the la ke.
Whatever they were about, Clive’s immediate thought was as clear as a neon sign: I am not here.
outwardly walking, inwardly sprinting
No one wanted to stand up first and be shot down…..
………….. lying there all day like a depressed teenager.
A large man whose face was almost lost into a ridiculous red beard he never trimmed.
he always gets the supermarket trolley with the wobbly wheel!
ROALD DAHL – Someone Like You You understand, she was a big woman, with a big white face, and when she looked at me hard, as she was doing now, I became – how shall I say it – surrounded, almost en veloped by her, as though sh e were a great tub of cream and I had fallen in.
A fine electricity of fear was beginning to prickle under the skin of his stomach .
A bit of teasing and discomfort wouldn’t do him any harm. And it would do me an awfal lot of good!
Naturally , the vultures started gathering at once.
It made no difference that thousands upon thousands were going through the same experience; there was no comfort in mathematics. Ludlum – The Gemini Contenders
The June light washed the trees and scrubbed the houses.
He paused, and two small crafty eyes watched my face for a sign.
Frederick Forsyth – The Negotiator Reporters can smell a spokesman on the run like a Limburger cheese.
He was flushed and apologetic, pushing back his floppy blond hair and managing a boy-next-door-grin.
In a break between 3 a.m. and sunrise he catnapped for four hours.
He must have piano wires for nerves.
Collected Short Stories I– W. Somerset Maugham He is nobody’s enemy but his own.
You seldom see beauty face to face.
Is Arnold Jackson a bad man who does good things or a good man who does bad things? It’s a difficult question to answer.
‘But he’s fine for one thing , I’ll tell the world ; you just have to have a drink every time you look at him.’
She was twice the man her son was, they said.
And since he never learned to put any restraint on his tongue , he expressed his opinion of his assistant freely.
But human nature is weak. You must not ask too much of it.
I must have intellectual conversation,’ she boomed . ‘ When you have a brain like mine you’ve got to consort with your intellectual equals.
She was laughing gaily. She felt like a girl. He had just told her (in Italian ) that her eyes made the blue of the Mediterranean look like pea-soup .
There was a gaunt Scotch woman, with a face like a Peruvian mask that has been battered by the storms of ten centuries
The cruel glass showed such charms as she had possessed slipping away from her one by one; and at last she discovered that youth, with a mocking laugh and a pirouette, had left her for good . Her sweetness turned sour from long tending of a quarulous invalid .
’More people know Tom Fool than Tom Fool knows.’
‘Don’t get snotty, old boy. There’s no reason to get up on your hind legs.’
Then it happened… ..... like a sharp spring frost, nipping the fruit trees and ruining the crop.
Even God cannot make two and two five.
To earn enough to keep body and soul together.
‘ See you again at six for a sun-downer.’
.... for suddenly it came to him with the shattering suddenness of gun-fire.
But she had a gay, fruity laugh that made you feel you wanted to laugh too.
E . M. Forster – Howard’s End Life is a mysterious business.
..and while her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him for tea.
’Money pads the edges of things, ’said Miss Schlegel, ‘ God help those who have none.’
Their grief, though less poignant than their father’s, grew from deeper roots, for a wife may be replaced; a mother never.
With a good dinner inside him and an amiable but academic woman on either flank, he felt that his hands were on all the ropes of life, and that what he did not know could not be worth knowing!
The sea was like glass and the sun set radiantly. Collected Short Stories II– W. Somerset Maugham
‘ I was pleased as punch to be on my own !’
After all, Norman knew no more about the stage than a babe-unborn .
There had always been something about Norman that she hadn’t quite been able to get to the bottom of.
The two locomotives had been stopped in two seconds, as quietly as a woman might lean back against a cushion.