Famous Lines in Literature and Poetry

Call me Ishmael.
Moby-Dick by Herman Melville

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
1984 by George Orwell

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.

I am an invisible man.
Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter.
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
Neuromancer by William Gibson

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.
The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway

It was love at first site.
Catch 22 by Joseph Heller

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Witman

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It’s awful. If I’m on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I’m going, I’m liable to say I’m going to the opera. It’s terrible.
Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don’t belong no place. . . . With us it ain’t like that. We got a future. We got somebody to talk to that gives a damn about us. We don’t have to sit in no bar room blowin’ in our jack jus’ because we got no place else to go. If them other guys gets in jail they can rot for all anybody gives a damn. But not us.
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

We are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves — such a friend ought to be — do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures.
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley