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I pushed my pile of papers to one side, stroked Shadow and stared into the fire, longing for the comfort of a story where everything had been planned well in advance, where the confusion of the middle was invented only for my enjoyment, and where I could measure how far away the solution was by feeling the thickness of pages still to come. I had no idea how many pages it would take to complete the story of Emmeline and Adeline, nor even whe..
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He couldn't go on. He went on.
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Of course I recognized it. How could I not, for I had read it goodness knows how many times. 'Jane Eyre,' I said wonderingly. 'You recognized it? Yes, it is. I asked a man in a library. It's by Charlotte someone. She had a lot of sisters, apparently.
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Diane Setterfield |
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Politeness. Being nice is what's left when you've failed at everything else.
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politeness
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endings that are muted, but which echo longer in the memory than louder, more explosive denouements.
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Diane Setterfield |
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They stood in silence, looking at floorboards and corners of cornices and other such insignificances, their curiosity and compassion at the ready. They were waiting so hard that when the door cracked and Bellman appeared, they jumped.
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Diane Setterfield |
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Miss Winter restored to me the virginal qualities of the novice reader, and then with her stories she ravished me.
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Diane Setterfield |
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The rook is a skilled survivor. He is ancient and has inhabited the planet longer than humans. This you can tell from his singing voice: his cry is harsh and grating, made for a more ancient world that existed before the innovation of the pipe, the lute, and the viol. Before music was invented he was taught to sing by the planet itself. He mimicked the great rumble of the sea, the fearsome eruption of volcanoes, the creaking of glaciers, an..
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Rose waited for the night to bring her the same comfort. It didn't. Her mother was dead...she was now too exhausted to sleep -- and too heartbroken to weep.
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Diane Setterfield |
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For nearly sixty years I have eavesdropped with impunity on the lives of people who do not exist.
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Diane Setterfield |
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In speech he stretched out his vowel sounds to give his mouth a rest before the next consonant.
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Diane Setterfield |
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If you dazzle a man with green eyes, he'll be so hypnotized that he won't notice there is something inside the eyes spying on him.
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Diane Setterfield |
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There can be no secrets in a house where there are children.
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They were like amputees, only it was not a limb they were missing, but their very souls.
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La gente desaparece cuando muere. La voz, la risa, el calor de su aliento, la carne y finalmente los huesos. Todo recuerdo vivo de ella termina. Es algo terrible y natural al mismo tiempo. Sin embargo, hay individuos que se salvan de esa aniquilacion, pues siguen existiendo en los libros que escribieron. Podemos volver a descubrirlos. Su humor,el tono de su voz, su estado de animo. A traves de la palabra escrita pueden enojarte o alegrar..
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Tu estas viva; pero estar viva no es lo mismo que vivir.
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L'appetit vient en mangeant. Appetite comes by eating. Your appetite will come back, but it must be met halfway. You must want it to come.
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profound
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My father never put a book into my hands and never forbade a book. Instead, he let me roam and graze, making my own more or less appropriate selections. I read gory tales of historic heroism that nine-teenth century parents were suitable for children, and gothic ghost stories that were surely not; I read accounts of arduous travel through treacherous lands undertaken by spinsters in crinolines, and I read handbooks on decorum and etiquette ..
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Nos acostumbramos tanto a nuestros propios horrores que olvidamos el efecto que pueden tener en otras personas.
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I am human. Like all humans, I do not remember my birth. By the time we wake up to ourselves, we are little children, and our advent is something that happened an eternity ago, at the beginning of time. We live like latecomers at the theater; we must catch up as best we can, divining the beginning from the shape of later events. How many times have I gone back to the border of memory and peered into the darkness beyond? But it is not only m..
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Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes--characters even--caught in the fibers of your clothes, and when you open the new book, they are still with you.
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I made a resolution to telephone my mother the next day, but it was a safe resolution; no one can hold you to a decision made in middle of the night.And then my spine sent me an alarm. A presence. Here. Now. At my side.
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An unrested mind is prone to wander into unfruitful avenues; it is nothing that a good night's sleep cannot cure.
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sleep
rest
thinking
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They are more real than the books on the shelves, books that are sketched with the barest hint of a line here and there, fading in places to a ghostly nothingness. Why recall the picture now, you must be wondering. The reason I remember it so well is that it seems to be an image of the way I have lived my own life. I have closed my study door on the world and shut myself away with people of my imagination.
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ten years of marriage is usually enough to cure marital affection, but Angelfield was an odd fellow, and there it was.
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Yesterday or the day before, while I had been going about my business, quietly and in private, some unknown person--some stranger--had gone to the trouble of marking my name onto this envelope. Who was it who had had his mind's eye on me while I hadn't suspected a thing?
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Diane Setterfield |
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Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes - characters even - caught in the fibres of your clothes, and when you open the new book they are still with you.
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Was it a miracle? It was as if they had dreamt of a pot of gold and woken to find it on their pillow. As if they had told a tale of a fairy princess and finished it only to find her sitting in a corner of the room, listening.
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For one thing, the river that flows ever onwards is also seeping sideways, irrigating the fields and land to one side and the other. It finds its way into wells and is drawn up to launder petticoats and be boiled for tea. It is sucked into root membranes, travels up cell by cell to the surface, is held in the leaves of watercress
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Well, then," the cressman concluded sagely, "just 'cause a thing's impossible don't mean it can't happen."
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What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom wall and the rain taps at the window with its long fingernails? No. When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don't expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are the plump com..
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pasaule ir parak daudz gramatu, lai tas izlasitu vienas dzives laika; kaut kur ir janovelk svitra.
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in time-wasting loops and diversions. Its changes of direction are frequently teasing: on its journey it heads at different times north, south, and west, as though it has forgotten its easterly destination--or put it aside for the while. At Ashton Keynes it splits into so many rivulets that every house in the village must have a bridge to its own front door; later, around Oxford, it takes a great unhurried detour around the city. It has oth..
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There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.
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There are few things that cannot be put right by love, and there is no shortage of that here.
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Cuando el miedo y el frio hacen de ti una estatua en tu propia cama, no ansies que la Verdad pura y dura acuda en tu auxilio. Lo que necesitas es el mullido consuelo de un relato. La proteccion balsamica, adormecedora, de una mentira.
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Sin duda, una buena historia deslumbra mucho mas que un pedazo de verdad.
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Diane Setterfield |
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Sara che le emozioni hanno un odore, o un sapore; sara che le trasmettiamo inconsapevolmente inviando vibrazioni nell'aria.
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A hundred hands wanted shaking, a hundred tongues expressed their condolences. Thank you, said William, and Kind of you, endlessly. Between his uncle and the helpfulness of the Misses Young and all these other people, William was never alone, not for an hour, except to sleep. He went to bed with the distant, certain expectation that overnight the world would put itself right. He slept for long hours: endless, dreamless sleep, which did not..
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Todos tenemos nuestros dolores, y aunque la forma, el peso y las dimensiones del dolor son diferentes para cada persona, el color del dolor es comun a todos nosotros.
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Diane Setterfield |
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Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Los casos de Sherlock Holmes. Tomar diez paginas, dos veces al dia, hasta finalizar el tratamiento>>.
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Life is compost. You think that a strange thing to say, but it's true. All my life and all my experience, the events that have befallen me, the people I have known, all my memories, dreams, fantasies, everything I have ever read, all of that has been chucked onto the compost heap, where over time it had rotted down to a dark, rich, organic mulch. The process of cellular breakdown makes it unrecognizable. Other people call it the imagination..
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It doesn't do to get attached to these secondary characters. It's not their story. They come and go, and when they go, they're gone for good.
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Diane Setterfield |
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reality, the picnickers were sweltering beneath their clothes, the champagne was warm, and if anyone had thought to take their shoes off they would have had to walk through goose droppings. Still, they were willing to feign jollity, in the hope that their pretense would encourage the real thing.
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