Quotes from Lemony Snicket

It is good to see people happy with one another. It is a glimpse of a world in which everyone is that way. A happy world might be boring, I told myself, but watching Jake grin at Cleo grinning at Jake grinning at Cleo and back again, I thought it was worth the risk. The

I wondered if villainy was like Armstrong Feint, someone once kind and gentle who lowered himself into treachery, or more like a mysterious beast, hidden in the depths and summoned to wickedness. But all these questions seemed wrong. They weren't my job. Like Hector and Widdershins, like Josephine and Monty and the rest of my associates, my job was not to ask questions about villainy, but to try and repair its damage.

Poe was kindhearted, but it is not enough in this world to be kindhearted, particularly if you are responsible for keeping children out of danger.

Some people say that a sunrise is a miracle, because it is somewhat mysterious and often very beautiful, but other people say it is simply a fact of life, because it happens every day and far too early in the morning.

I do what I do, in order to do something else.

In a manner of speaking," I said, using one of my favorite ways of saying "No, you are wrong.

What does 'giddy' mean?" Violet asked, when they had finished reading the note. "'Dizzy and excited,'" Klaus said, having learned the word from a collection of poetry he'd read in first grade. "I guess he means excited about Peru. Or maybe he's excited about having a new assistant." "Or maybe he's excited about us," Violet said.

panic. "Vireo!" Sunny cried, which meant "Let's run—or, in my case, crawl—as fast as we can!" "We'll never run fast

Count Olaf has been captured," she

Hacsak nem vagy varázslatosan szerencsés, akkor bizonyára történt már veled olyasmi az életben, amitÅ'l sírtál, és tudod azt is, hogy egy jó sírásban úgy megkönnyebbül a szív, ami akkor is elviselhetÅ'bbé teszi a dolgokat, ha azok egy szemernyit sem változtak.

Baudelaire children had a slightly different

We're not out of the woods yet.

It is unfortunate, of course, that this quiet happy moment was the last one the children would have for quite some time, but there is nothing anyone can do about it now. Just when the Baudelaires were beginning to think about lunch, they heard a car pull up in front of the house and toot its horn. To the children it signaled the arrival of Stephano. To us it should signal the beginning of more misery.

There were, he said contemptuously (...) only two stories, really: A stranger comes to town and Someone goes on a journey. (...) A woman (...) murmered a secret to me: "Those are the same story.

while life is full of surprises, you can't leave any part of life out. Everything that happens to you happens to you. Often boring, sometimes exhausting, and occasionally thrilling, every moment of life is unskippable.

A történések éppen úgy nyomot hagynak egy helyen, miként a tinta a papíron.

story of the Baudelaires takes place in a very real world, where some people are laughed at just because they have something wrong with them, and where children can find themselves all alone in the world, struggling to understand the sinister mystery that surrounds them, and in this real world the arrival of lions means that the story is about to get much worse

It can be powerful to write the name of a person you have kissed or even just someone you wish you had kissed, on a scrap of paper where no one else can see, or carved into the trunk of a tree where everyone can. It is even powerful just to write it down in your mind when you are alone.

If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.

Sometimes, just saying that you hate something, and having someone agree with you, can make you feel better about a terrible situation. "I

Rengetegféle könyv létezik a világon, amelyet élvezet olvasni, hiszen sokfélék az emberek is – mindenkit más érdekel.

Sometimes the things you've lost can be found in unexpected places.

Just last night, I was troubled by a decision involving an eyedropper, a greedy night watchman, and a tray of individual custards, and this morning I am so tired that I can scarcely type these worfs.

If you enter a library looking for a particularly quiet place to read, head straight for the philosophy section. Because no one likes to read philosophy, no one will be there, and you will be undisturbed to read, to write or just to think and keep watch, as I do and have always done.