Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, with bitter tiding laden, shall summon to unwelcome bed a melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near.

There comes a pause, for human strength will not endure to dance without cessation; and everyone must reach the point at length of absolute prostration.

So she was considering in her own mind...whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up & picking the daisies.

There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

We haven't any and you're too young.

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.