If the Day of Judgment had only been ascertained to be a dress day, everybody there would have been eternally correct. -Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
This was referring to the French Court shortly before the Revolution, however I believe it is still applicable today.
As to going home, shame opposed the best motions that offered to my thoughts; and it immediately occurred to me how I should be laughed at among the neighbors, and should be ashamed to see, not my father and mother only, but even everybody else. From when I have often since observed, how incongruous and irrational the common temper of mankind is, especially of youth, to that reason which ought to guide them in such cases, viz., that they are not ashamed to sin, and yet are ashamed to repent; not ashamed of the action, for which they ought justly to be esteemed fools; but are ashamed of the returning, which only can make them be esteemed wise men. Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe
On the occasion of Robinsons first running off to sea against his parents wishes, and encountering his first shipwreck.
Half a dozen gas-lamps out of the street wouldnt have lighted the entry too well, so you may suppose that it was pretty dark with Scrooges dip. Up Scrooge went, not caring a button for that: darkness is cheap and Scrooge liked it. Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
This is a quote where you can exchange the proper name for different people of your acquaintance, or maybe even yourself.
Methinks I was enamored of an ass. -William Shakespeare, A Midsummer-Nights Dream
“Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn’t. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.” -A.A.Milne
Have you ever had that same feeling? ‘If only the bumping would stop you could think of something, and then you give it up as futile.’
“A person’s a person, no matter how small.” -Dr. Seuss in Horton Hears a Who
Some people need to take a lesson from Horton: i.e. people who think killing babies is okay because they are so small.
“If you’re thirsty, you may drink.” For a second she stared here and there, wondering who had spoken. Then the voice said again, “If you are thirst, come and drink,” and of course she remembered what Scrubb had said about animals talking in that other world, and realized that it was the lion speaking. Anyway, she had seen its lips move this time and the voice was not like a man’s. It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in rather a different way. “Are you not thirsty?” said the Lion. “I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill. “Then drink,” said the Lion. “May I – could I- would you mind going away while I do?” said Jill. The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience. The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic. “Will you promise not to-do anything to me, if I do come?” said Jill. “I make no promise,” said the Lion. Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer. “Do you eat girls?” she said. “I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,” said the Lion I didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it. “I daren’t come and drink,” said Jill. “Then you will die of thirst,” said the Lion. “Oh dear!” said Jill, coming another step nearer. “I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.” “There is no other stream,” said the Lion.
“It never occurred to Jill to disbelieve the Lion- no one who had seen his stern face could do that-and her mind suddenly made itself up. It was the worst thing she had ever had to do, but she went forward to the stream, knelt down and began scooping up water in her hand. It was the coldest, most refreshing water she had ever tasted. You didn’t need to drink much of it, for it quenched your thirst at once. Before she tasted it she had been intending to make a dash away from the Lion the moment she had finished. Now, she realized that this would be on the whole the most dangerous thing of all.”
The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis
This is one of my favorite excerpts from the Narnia Series. Jesus is the one who can quench our thirst, and we must come to him on his terms only. There is no other spring that gives life. Running away from him is the most dangerous course of action of all.