Opening Lines Flashcards
Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents, grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
Little Women by Lousia May Alcott
It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
Love in the time of cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember; a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing.
Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes
124 was spiteful.
Beloved by Toni Morrison
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
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.
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.
The Catcher I the Rye by J. D. Salinger
Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.
Their eyes were watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer’s wife.
Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum
Call me Ishmael.
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
All Children, except one, grow up.
Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
It was a pleasure to burn
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some adive that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.
Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon whenhis father took him to discover ice.
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
It was a bright cold dat in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
1984, George Orwell
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York.
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and razor lay crossed.
Ulysses by James Joyce
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
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Mother died today. Or Maybe, yesterday; I cant be sure
The Stranger by Albert Camus
He was an old man who fished alon in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eightybyfour days now without taking a fish.
The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip.
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.
Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anyone else, these pages must show.
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
You better not never tell nobody but God.
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
All this happened, more or les.
Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut
In the town, there were two mutes and they were always together.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers
