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Though sometimes, first love cauterises the heart, and all any searcher will find thereafter is scar tissue.
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first-love
heart
heartbreak
julian-barnes
metaphor
the-only-story
trauma
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Julian Barnes |
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You're still in it. You'll always be in it. No, not literally. But in your heart. Nothing ever ends, not if it's gone that deep. You'll always be walking wounded. That's the only choice, after a while. Walking wounded, or dead. Don't you agree?
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irrevocable
julian-barnes
relationships
the-only-story
walking-wounded
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Julian Barnes |
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Susan had pointed out that everyone has their love story. Even if it was a fiasco, even if it fizzled out, never got going, had all been in the mind to begin with: that didn't make it any the less real. And it was the only story.
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love
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unrequited-love
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Julian Barnes |
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Everyone has their love story. Everyone. It may have been a fiasco, it may have fizzled out, it may never even have got going, it may have been all in the mind, that doesn't make it any less real. Sometimes, it makes it more real. Sometimes, you see a couple, and they seem bored witless with one another, and you can't imagine them having anything in common, or why they're still living together. But it's not just habit or complacency or convention or anything like that. It's because once, they had their love story. Everyone does. It's the only story.
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julian-barnes
love
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true-love
unrequited-love
validation
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Julian Barnes |
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I think there's a different authenticity to memory, and not an inferior one. Memory sorts and sifts according to the demands made on it by the rememberer.
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julian-barnes
memory
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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Because once you had been through certain things, their presence inside you never really disappeared.
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irrevocable
julian-barnes
ptsd
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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He sometimes asked himself a question about life. Which are truer, the happy memories, or the unhappy ones? He decided, eventually, that the question was unanswerable.
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julian-barnes
life
memories
memory
the-only-story
truth
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unhappy-memories
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Julian Barnes |
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"We're leaving," I told her one July afternoon. "We? You and I? Where are we going, young Master Paul? Do you have your belongings tied up in a red-spotted handkerchief on a stick?" --
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dialogue
humor
julian-barnes
teasing
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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And who does not want their love authenticated?
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love
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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You see--I hope you never get there yourself--but some of us get to the point in life where we realise that nothing matters. Nothing fucking matters.
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julian-barnes
nihilism
nothing-matters
the-only-story
world-weary
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Julian Barnes |
b7dc5e9
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Once bitten, twice shy; twice bitten, forever shy.
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hurt
julian-barnes
once-bitten-twice-shy
the-only-story
wounded
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Julian Barnes |
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Most of us have only one story to tell. I don't mean that only one thing happens to us in our lives: there are countless events, which we turn into countless stories. But there's only one that matters, only one finally worth telling. This is mine.
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quote
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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And one other thing: don't ask me about the weather. I don't much remember what the weather has been like during my life. True, I can remember how hot sun gave greater impetus to sex; how sudden snow delighted, and how cold, damp days set off those early symptoms that eventually led to a double hip replacement. But nothing significant in my life ever happened during, let alone because of, weather. So if you don't mind, meteorology will play no part in my story. Though you are free to deduce, when I am found playing grass-court tennis, that it was neither raining nor snowing at the time.
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julian-barnes
the-only-story
weather
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Julian Barnes |
5f9d283
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My parents' marriage, to my unforgiving nineteen-year-old eye, was a car crash of cliche. Though I would have to admit, as the one making the judgement, that a 'car crash of of cliche' is itself a cliche.
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humor
julian-barnes
language
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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And perhaps I I didn't even understand the young when I was young. That could be true too.
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julian-barnes
out-of-the-loop
outsider
the-only-story
young
youth
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Julian Barnes |
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Nowadays, at the other end of life, I have a rule of thumb about whether or not two people are having an affair: if you think they might be, then they definitely are.
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affairs
julian-barnes
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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So. I see where you're going--bus number 27 to a crossroads near Delphi. Look, I did not want, at any point, on any level, to kill my own father and sleep with my own mother. It's true that I wanted to sleep with Susan--and did so many times--and for a number of years thought of killing Gordon Macleod, but that is another part of the story. Not to put too fine a point on it, I think the Oedipus myth is precisely what it started off as: melodrama rather than psychology. In all my years of life I've never met anyone to whom it might apply. You think I'm being naive? You wish to point out that human motivation is deviously buried, and hides its mysterious workings from those who blindly submit to it? Perhaps so. But even--especially--Oedipus didn't to kill his father and sleep with his mother, did he? Oh yes he did! Oh no he didn't! Yes, let's just leave it as a pantomime exchange.
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clever
humor
julian-barnes
oedipal
oedipus
psychology
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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Later--well, what came later, came later.
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julian-barnes
later
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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"Sit yourself down," Joan instructed as we reached the the fag-fogged, gin-scented den that was nominally her sitting room." --
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humor
julian-barnes
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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And first love always happens in the overwhelming first person. How can it not? Also, in the overwhelming present tense. It takes us time to realise that there are other persons, and other tenses.
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first-person
julian-barnes
language
present-tense
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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So (and this would have happened earlier, but I am only remembering it now): I am visiting her one afternoon.
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memory
nonlinear
storytelling
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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Whereas it seemed to me, back then, in the absolutism of my condition, that love had nothing to do with practicality; indeed, was its polar opposite. And the fact that it showed contempt for such banal considerations was part of its glory. Love was by its very nature disruptive, cataclysmic; and if it was not, then it was not love.
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julian-barnes
love
practicality
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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It is only a metaphor--or the worst of dreams; yet there are metaphors which sit more powerfully in the brain than remembered events.
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julian-barnes
memory
metaphor
reality
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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But that was the nature of relationships: there always seemed to be an imbalance of one sort or another.
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julian-barnes
power-dynamics
relationship-dynamics
relationships
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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She has only a ghostplay on some frayed screen of memory, which she takes to be the present.
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memory
memory-loss
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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And even when he guessed that the love stories of the misled and the forsaken had become a little less authentic with each retelling . . . even if this was the case, he was still moved. Indeed, he was more moved by the lives of the bereft and the unchosen than he was by stories of success in love.
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forsaken
julian-barnes
love
love-stories
the-only-story
unlucky-in-love
unrequited-love
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Julian Barnes |
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The sadness of life. That was another conundrum he would occasionally ponder.
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life
sadness
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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He knew what they said of him locally: Oh, he likes to keep himself to himself. The phrase was descriptive, not judgemental. It was a principle of life the English still respected. And it wasn't just about privacy, about an Englishman's home--even a pebbledash semi--being his castle. It was about something more: about the self, and where you kept it, and who, if anyone, was allowed to fully see it.
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englishman
inner-life
julian-barnes
privacy
the-only-story
the-self
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Julian Barnes |
00711e9
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The long answer was too time-consuming to give. The short answer was too painful. It went like this. It was a question of what heartbreak is, and how exactly the heart breaks, and what is left of it afterwards.
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heart
heartbreak
julian-barnes
painful
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
1a98bef
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Love means never having to say you're sorry (on the contrary, it frequently means doing just precisely that). Then there were all those love lines from all those love songs, with the swooning delusions of lyricist, singer, band.
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love
love-songs
platitudes
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
9f71671
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He never recorded the writer or the source: he didn't want to be bullied by reputation; truth should stand by itself, clear and unsupported.
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quotations
the-only-story
truth
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Julian Barnes |
927621b
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From love's absolutism to love's absolution? No: I don't believe in the cosy narratives of life some find necessary, just as I choke on comforting words like redemption and closure. Death is the only closure I believe in; and the wound will stay open until that final shutting of the doors. As for redemption, it's far too neat, a movie-maker's bromide; and beyond that, it feels like something grand, which human beings are too imperfect to deserve, much less bestow upon themselves.
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closure
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julian-barnes
love
platitudes
realism
redemption
sad
the-only-story
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