Ray Bradbury is a famous American writer who worked in the genres of science fiction, horror literature and psychological prose. Attention to his work is growing every year. You won’t meet a person with a Bradbury book anywhere: on the subway, in line at the clinic, on a break in the office or in a cafe. The writer’s work has settled in the minds of many; after reading one of his books, the need arises to quench their literary thirst with his other works. We offer you a selection of quotes from the most famous books of Ray Bradbury. Narrating about a fantastic world, the writer skillfully exposed reality.
The dystopia “Fahrenheit 451” brought the writer worldwide fame. Bradbury's popular works also include Dandelion Wine, The Martian Chronicles, Summer Morning, Summer Night and others. Many of his novels were filmed, and many of his stories were adapted into TV series. This means that Bradbury's work lives not only in literature, but also in cinema.
Quotes
I don't think about death because I will always be here. This box with my films and shelves with my books convince me that I have a hundred or two years left. Death is a form of retribution with the cosmos for the wonderful luxury of being alive. (Ray Bradbury's Rules for Life)
You need to live, and not think about death.
“And I’m afraid to love you,” he continued. You will torture me again. (April Witchcraft)
If once love brought pain, then the fear of falling in love again simply appears.
We don't want to change the Future. Here in the Past we are uninvited guests. (A Sound of Thunder)
But in vain, because the future is in your hands and you have the opportunity to make it better.
Sometimes the Sun seems to me like a burning tree... Its golden fruits soar in the hot air, Like apples permeated with the juice of gravity, worn out by the human race. (Golden apples of the sun)
The sun sets because it, too, gets tired of human gazes.
We are not obligated to anyone. We have one responsibility - to be happy. (Holidays)
This is perhaps our greatest responsibility.
Yes, when you remember your life, you see first of all the hands and what they did, and then the faces. They counted in their minds how many lids were lifted, how many doors were opened and closed, how many flowers were collected, how many dinners were prepared with hasty or slow - in accordance with character and habit - hands. Looking back at the past, they saw, as if a sorcerer’s dream come true: a whirlwind of hands, swinging doors, turning taps, flying brooms, animated rods. And the only sound was the rustle of fluttering pink hands, everything else was like a silent dream. (Embroidery)
The head thinks, the hands do, they embody all thoughts and ideas.
A child cannot live without attachments. You and your wife have allowed this room, this house, to take your place in their hearts. The children's room became a mother and father for them; it turned out to be much more important in their lives than their real parents. (Veld)
When you return home, your parents are not always there, but the room is always waiting...
Once you want it, you’ll hear anything you want. (Meadow)
If desired, even an enemy can talk about friendship.
The animal does not ask what the meaning of existence is. It lives. Lives for the sake of life. For him, the answer lies in life itself, in it there is joy and pleasure. (And the moon still silvers the expanse with its rays)
The meaning of life is to live and enjoy life.
And can one person be right when the whole world is sure that he is right? (And the moon still silvers the expanse with its rays)
Maybe, why not?)
Everything is always the same: one is waiting for the other, but he is not there. (Howler)
All life consists of someone waiting for someone.
Never ask a writer why he writes, where he is from, where he is going. When the time comes, he will say it himself. (April Witchcraft)
If a writer writes under a pseudonym, then this is necessary. The time will come when he will say his real name.
It's not every day that a person gets a second try. (Martian Chronicles)
And not every year, let alone every day.
We are just children in short pants, noisy and restless children, running around with our rocket and atomic toys. (Martian Chronicles)
In the modern world, adults are becoming more and more like children.
Ray Bradbury
Raymond Douglas Bradbury is an American writer, known for the dystopian novel Fahrenheit 451, the short story series The Martian Chronicles, and the partially autobiographical novel Dandelion Wine.
During his life, Bradbury created more than eight hundred different literary works, including several novels and stories, hundreds of short stories, dozens of plays, a number of articles, notes and poems. His stories have formed the basis of several film adaptations, theatrical productions and musical compositions. Bradbury is traditionally considered a classic of science fiction, although much of his work gravitates towards the genre of fantasy, parable or fairy tale. Bradbury's plays were well received by the public, but his poems were not very successful. Bradbury's main achievement is that he managed to awaken readers' interest in the genres of science fiction and fantasy, which before him were on the periphery of modern culture.
People now have no time for each other.
Don't ask for guarantees. And do not expect salvation from one thing - from a person, or a machine, or a library. Create something yourself that can save the world, and if you drown along the way, at least you will know that you swam to the shore.
You know, being a dying person has its advantages. When you have nothing to lose, you are not afraid of risk.
There are worse crimes than burning books. For example, don’t read them.
- Where does it hurt? “Where no one can see,” I thought. »
Books are just one of the containers where we store what we are afraid to forget. There is no mystery, no magic in them. The magic is only in what they say, in the way they sew the shreds of the universe into a single whole.
By ourselves we mean nothing. We are not important, but what we keep within ourselves.
Kindness and intelligence are properties of old age. At twenty years old, a woman is much more interested in being heartless and frivolous.
The morning was quiet, the city, shrouded in darkness, lay peacefully in bed. Summer came, and the wind was summer - the warm breath of the world, unhurried and lazy. You just have to get up, lean out the window, and you will immediately understand: here it begins, real freedom and life, here it is, the first morning of summer.
I need to talk, but there is no one to listen to me. I can't talk to walls, they scream at me. I can't talk to my wife, she only listens to the walls.
After all, we live in an age where people are no longer valuable. A person in our time is like a paper napkin: they blow their nose into it, crumple it, throw it away, take a new one, blow it, crumple it, throw it away... People do not have their own faces. How can you root for your city’s football team when you don’t know either the match program or the names of the players? Come on, tell me, for example, what color jerseys will they wear on the field?
Don't try to judge books by their covers.
. What for one is unnecessary rubbish, for another is an unaffordable luxury.
A person has one remarkable property: if he has to start all over again, he does not despair and does not lose courage, because he knows that this is very important, that it is worth the effort.
When I was still a boy, my grandfather died; he was a sculptor. He was a very kind man, he loved people very much, it was he who helped clear our city of slums. He made toys for us children; during his life, he probably created a million different things. His hands were always busy with something. And when he died, I suddenly realized that I was crying not for him, but for the things that he did. I cried because I knew: none of this would happen anymore, grandfather would no longer be able to carve figures out of wood, raise pigeons with us in the backyard, play the violin or tell us funny stories - no one knew how to tell them like he did. He was a part of us, and when he died, all of this went away from our lives: there was no one left who could do it the way he did it. He was special, unlike anyone else. A very necessary person for life. I never came to terms with his death. Even now I often think what beautiful works of art the world lost because of his death, how many funny stories remained untold, how many pigeons, returning home, will no longer feel the gentle touch of his hands. He remade the face of the world. He gave the world something new. On the night he died, the world was depleted of ten million beautiful deeds.
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Dandelion wine
And yet, how nice it is to be at home! So warm and cozy. There is no better place on earth.
Home is the best place on the whole planet.
The people who made tennis shoes somehow know what boys want and what they need.
It's just a pity that no one knows what girls want.
Sometimes it begins to seem to me that people themselves are looking for their own death.
Only those who do not value life do this.
I have always believed that true love is determined by the spirit, although the body sometimes refuses to believe it.
Those who are close in spirit fall in love.
People always gossip about a woman, even if she is already ninety-five.
Such interesting creatures, these women, that people talk about them always and everywhere.
Be what you are, put an end to what you were.
Live in the present and don't carry the burden of the past.
Men are such a people - they never understand anything.
And yet they manage to invent a lot...)
There are a million such towns in the world. And each is just as dark, just as lonely, each is just as detached from everything, each has its own horrors and its own secrets.
And in these towns there are hundreds, thousands, or even millions of families, which also have their own horrors and their own secrets...
He was not one of those for whom a sleepless night is torment; on the contrary, when he could not sleep, he lay and indulged in thoughts to his heart's content: how does the giant clockwork mechanism of the universe work? Is this gigantic clock running out of power, or will it still have many, many millennia to count? Who knows! But on endless nights, listening to the darkness, he either decided that the end was near, or that this was just the beginning...
A night without sleep is not a reason to take sleeping pills, it’s a reason to think about the Universe...
How nice it is to sit on the veranda on a summer evening; how easy and calm; If only this evening would never end!
Summer evenings are so beautiful that they resemble a fairy tale.
Yes, summer consists of familiar rituals, each has its own usual time and its own usual place.
In the summer, everyone strives to go to a place where they can relax, where their soul feels free...
Adults and children are two different peoples, which is why they always fight among themselves. Look, they are not at all like us. Look, we are not at all like them.
The conflict between generations is inevitable, it has always been so.
If you don’t try something for a long time, you will inevitably forget how it happens.
Regularity develops into a habit, irregularity into a curiosity.
If you need something, get it yourself...
No one will go for you towards your goals.
I experienced the simplest and greatest happiness in the world - I was alive
Ray Bradbury. The best quotes and aphorisms from books
Quotes from the book “Death is a Lonely Business”
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I didn’t look back: I knew from experience long ago that if you look at someone, you can’t avoid a conversation.
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You can't kill anyone, even those who deserve it.
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Time works well only in one direction - back, to the past.
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Melt all the guns! - I thought. - Break the knives, burn the guillotines, but even then the evil little souls will write letters capable of killing.
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There was probably no greater emptiness anywhere than in my home, except perhaps in my bank account...
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I experienced the simplest and greatest happiness in the world - I was alive.
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It is very simple to sum up the lives of some people - this life is like the sound of a door slamming or a cough heard on a dark street. You look out the window and the street is empty. The one who coughed has already disappeared.
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Everyone needs to have two or three classes. One thing is as little as one life. I'd like a dozen lives and a dozen jobs.
Quotes from the book “Dandelion Wine”
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Take summer in your hand, pour summer into a glass - into the tiniest glass, of course, from which you can take a single tart sip; bring it to your lips - and instead of a fierce winter, a hot summer will run through your veins...
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Love is when you want to experience all four seasons with someone.
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That's why we love sunset because it only happens once a day.
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No matter how hard you try to remain the same, you will still only be who you are now, today.
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At nine years old, it seems to a person that he has always been nine and will always be nine. At thirty, he is confident that he has remained on this beautiful edge of maturity all his life. And when he turns seventy, he is always and forever seventy.
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The first thing you learn in life is that you are a fool. The last thing you find out is that you are still the same fool.
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Smile, don't give misfortune pleasure.
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What is unnecessary trash for one is an unaffordable luxury for another.
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There are days woven from only smells, as if the whole world can be sucked in with your nose, like air: inhale and exhale... Some days are good to taste, and others - to the touch. And there are times when you have everything at once.
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Small joys are much more important than big ones. An early morning walk in the spring is much better than driving eighty miles in the most luxurious car.
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You just need to get a good night's sleep, or cry for ten minutes, or eat a whole pint of chocolate ice cream, or even all this together - you can't think of a better cure.
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When a person is seventeen, he knows everything. If he is twenty-seven and still knows everything, then he is still seventeen.
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There are 5 billion trees in the world. I read this in a book. And under every tree there is a shadow, right? So where does night come from? Here's where it comes from: 5 billion trees - and a shadow creeps out from under each one.
Quotes from the book “The Martian Chronicles”
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When life is good, there is no need to argue about it.
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Now do you understand why books cause such hatred, why they are so feared? They show us the pores on the face of life.
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We earthlings have the gift of destroying the great and beautiful. If we didn’t open a sausage shop in Egypt, among the ruins of the Karnak Temple, it’s only because they lie on the outskirts and there’s no way to develop commerce there.
