Quotes About Wonderland

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.

She stretched herself up on tiptoe and peeped over the edge and her eyes immediately met those of a large blue caterpillar, that was sitting on the top, with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.

Rabbit-Hole Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting

A Mad Tea-Party

daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is it but a dream?

First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the tiny hands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were looking up into hers--she could hear the very tones of her voice, and see that queer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that would always get into her eyes--and still as she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive the strange creatures of her little sister's dream.

going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when

a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. The

I look for butterflies That sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies, And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men." ; "But I was thinking of a way To feed oneself on batter, And so go on from day to day Getting a little fatter." ; "In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is it but a dream?

However, this bottle was not marked 'poison,' so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very

with the words 'DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters.

CHAPTER 1. Down the Rabbit-Hole CHAPTER 2. The Pool of Tears CHAPTER 3. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale CHAPTER 4. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill CHAPTER 5. Advice from a Caterpillar CHAPTER 6. Pig and Pepper CHAPTER 7. A Mad Tea-Party CHAPTER 8. The Queen's Croquet-Ground CHAPTER 9. The Mock Turtle's Story CHAPTER 10. The Lobster-Quadrille CHAPTER 11. Who Stole the Tarts? CHAPTER 12. Alice's Evidence ABOUT THE AUTHOR

It began with the tea,' the Hatter replied.

That was a narrow escape!" said Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence.

WITH ALICE'S LOVE).

In un Paese delle Meraviglie essi giacciono, Sognando mentre i giorni passano, Sognando mentre le estati muoiono: Eternamente scivolando lungo la corrente.... Indugiando nell'aureo bagliore... Che cosa è la vita, se non un sogno?

I've often seen a cat without a grin...but a grin without a cat!It's the most curious thing I ever saw in my life! Alice's adventures in wonderland.

Ah, isso é inevitável - disse o Gato. — Somos todos malucos aqui. Eu sou maluco. Você é maluca. — Por que diz que sou maluca? - indagou Alice. — Só pode ser - disse o Gato, — ou não teria vindo parar aqui.

Come, my head's free at last!" said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her.

would gather about her other little children, and make THEIR eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would

Ãœberall ist Wunderland, Ãœberall ist Leben

Wait a minute!" I shouted, "Magic is never one-sided!" Stieglitz barked in agreement. There was always a way to weasel out, everyone knew that. True, it was usually a weird way, like giving your firstborn child to a gnarled dwarf, but heroines under stress promise all kinds of things. Alice got out of Wonderland, didn't she? Sleeping Beauty woke up. I wouldn't give up without a fight!

Jack was the only person she knew with an imagination, at least a real one. The only tea parties he'd have were ones in Wonderland, or the Arctic, or in the darkest reaches of space. He was the only person who saw things for what they could be instead of just what they were. He saw what lived beyond the edges of the things your eyes took in. And though they eventually grew out of Wonderland Arctic space-people tea parties, that essential thing remained the same. Hazel fit with Jack.