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And what if I fail?" "Ah! Then you'll have a story to tell." --
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Julie Orringer |
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I wondered how it could be that people could love God and hate one another.
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stations-of-the-cross
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Julie Orringer |
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It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: it has been complicated, and therefore perfected, by what time had done to it
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Julie Orringer |
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Why would a man not argue his own shameful culpability, why would he not crave responsibility for disaster, when the alternative was to feel himself to be nothing more than a speck of human dust?
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Julie Orringer |
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I'm not named after the character,' she said. 'I'm named after the opera.
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when-she-is-old-and-i-am-famous
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Sarah had a saying: Der gleichster veg iz ful mit shtainer." "What's it mean?" "The smoothest way is sometimes full of stones."
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Julie Orringer |
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6f17a24
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There is nothing wrong with you. God asks the most of those he loves best.
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Julie Orringer |
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f40aeeb
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He allowed himself to imagine for the first time that the rest of his life might not be shaped by the misery of his past.
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Julie Orringer |
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Dear Madame Morgenstern, As absurd as it sounds, I've been thinking of you since we parted. I want to take you into my arms, tell you a million things, ask you a million questions. I want to touch your throat and unbutton the pearl button at your neck
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Julie Orringer |
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The stone basin was crusted with ice now. The courtyard security light illuminated its depths, and as he leaned over it he could make out the fiery glints of goldfish beneath the surface. There, beneath the cover of the ice, their flickering lives went on. He wanted to know how they did it, how they withstood the slowing of their hearts, the chilling of their blood, through the long darkness of winter.
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Julie Orringer |
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Andras went through the Sortie doors and walked out into a city that no longer contained his brother. He walked on benumbed feet in the new black Oxfords his brother had brought him from Hungary. He didn't care who passed him on the street or where he was going. If he had stepped off the curb into the air instead of down into the gutter, if he had climbed the void above the cars and between the buildings until he was looking down at the roo..
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Julie Orringer |
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He had the strange sensation of not knowing who he was, of having traveled off the map of his own existence.
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Julie Orringer |
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Later he would tell her that their story began at the Royal Hungarian Opera House, the night before he left for Paris on the Western Europe Express. The year was 1937; the month was September, the evening unseasonably cold. His brother had insisted on taking him to the opera as a parting gift. The show was Tosca and their seats were at the top of the house. Not for them the three marble-arched doorways, the facade with its Corinthian column..
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Julie Orringer |
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6681aec
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Strange, Andras thought, that war could lead you to involuntarily forgive a person who didn't deserve forgiveness, just as it might make you kill a man you didn't hate.
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Julie Orringer |
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when he thought of the word mercy, it was the Yiddish word that came to his mind: rachmones, whose root was rechem, the Hebrew word for womb. Rachmones: a compassion as deep and as undeniable as what a mother felt for her child.
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Julie Orringer |
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1861da4
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Practice at hunger makes the fast easier.
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Julie Orringer |
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He could see the inchworm in his mind even now, that snip of green elastic with it's tiny blunt legs, coiling and stretching its way toward the tabletop, on a mission whose nature was a mystery. Survival, he understood now - that was all. That contracting and straining, that frantic rearing-up to look around: It was nothing less than the urgent business of staying alive.
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Julie Orringer |
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5baff07
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Nothing at all to change: what a thing to want in the midst of war.
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war
ww2
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Julie Orringer |
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It was nearly sunset when, after passing through a thirty-mile stretch of olive groves, they crested a hill and began to descend toward the edge of the earth. That was how it looked to Andras, who had never before seen the sea. As they drew closer it became a vast plain of liquid metal, a superheated infinity of molten bronze.....They reached a stretch of sand just as the red lozenge of the sun dissolved into the horizon.
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Julie Orringer |
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e992b2f
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Sometimes I freeze in front of the canvas, full of the knowledge that if I keep painting, sooner or later I will fail her
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Julie Orringer |
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puerile passion.
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Julie Orringer |
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Still, he could feel a fine cord stretched between them, a thin luminous fiber that ran from his chest all the way across the continent and forked into theirs. Never before had he lived through a fever without his mother; when he'd been sick in Debrecen she'd taken the train to be with him. Never had he finished a year at school without knowing that soon he'd be home with his father, working beside him in the lumberyard and walking through ..
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Julie Orringer |
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He could almost see insider her that unnameable thing that had remained the same through all of it: her I, her very life. It seemed so small, a mustard seed with one rootlet shit deep into the earth, strong and fragile at once. But it was all there needed to be. It was everything. She had given it to him, and now he held it in his hands
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Julie Orringer |
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Here in his arms was the girl who had lived in the house near the Varosliget, the young dancer who had loved Sandor Goldstein, the woman who loved him now. He could almost see insider her that unnameable thing that had remained the same through all of it: her I, her very life. It seemed so small, a mustard seed with one rootlet shit deep into the earth, strong and fragile at once. But it was all there needed to be. It was everything. She ha..
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Julie Orringer |
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The [bird's] nest with its streamers was a final unbidden touch: It was what human hands had not brought to the building, and could not remove. It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: It had been complicated, and thereby perfected, by what time had done to it.
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nest
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Julie Orringer |
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with her husband as she
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Julie Orringer |
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Gide,
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Julie Orringer |
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The names of the list mean something. Every one. They mean something to me." "Everyone means something to someone."
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names
ww2
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Julie Orringer |
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At times, circumstances conspire to make us believe the lies we tell ourselves. Everything- the weather, the season, the fall of light- sets the stage for our play; we find ourselves, instead of acting, becoming the characters, moving into a reality in which we're inseparable from our roles.
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life
circumstances
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Julie Orringer |
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It all seemed grossly unfair. He wanted nothing at all to change
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unfairness-of-life
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Julie Orringer |
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How astounding, Andras thought, that a ship that size could shrink to the size of a house, and then to the size of a car; the size of a desk, a book, a shoe, a walnut, a grain of rice, a grain of sand. How astounding that the largest thing he'd ever seen was still no match for the diminishing effect of distance. It made him aware of his own smallness in the world, his insignificance in the face of what might come, and for a moment his chest..
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Julie Orringer |
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One and a half million Jewish men and women and children: How was anyone to understand a number like that? Andras knew it took three thousand to fill the seats of the Dohany Street Synagogue. To accommodate a million and a half, one would have had to replicate that building, its arches and domes, its Moorish interior, its balcony, its dark wooden pews and gilded art, five hundred times. And then to envision each of those five hundred synago..
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Julie Orringer |
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5a8596b
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me to Munkaszolgalat websites
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Julie Orringer |
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b3fc9f3
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Judaism offered no Shivah for lost love. There was no Kaddish to say, no candle to burn...no injunction against listening to music or going to work.
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Julie Orringer |
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64100ed
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Willingly Andras followed him into the curved halls of calculus, where the problem of Madame Morgenstern could not exist because it could not be described by an equation.
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Julie Orringer |
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2c5f130
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He grieved too, Klara said, for the loss of a certain idea of himself.
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love
relatable-quotes
wwii
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Julie Orringer |
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c32f25e
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How astounding that the largest thing he'd ever seen was still no match for the diminishing effect of distance. It made him aware of his own smallness in the world, his insignificance in the face of what might come, and for a moment his chest felt light with panic.
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love
relatable-quotes
wwii
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Julie Orringer |
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It seemed a miracle that any man who loved a woman might be loved by her in return.
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Julie Orringer |
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Life, oblivious to his grief, continued
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wwii
lost-love
paris
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Julie Orringer |
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a23e3ed
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This is the Centre Americain de Secours. What is more American than wild hope?
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hope
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Julie Orringer |
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But was it cowardice to call out a lie, to insist on truth?
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truth
lie
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Julie Orringer |
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79601b1
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It's no small matter to cross an ocean,"Chagall said. "More can be lost than canvas and paint. An artist must bear witness, Monsieur Fry. He cannot turn away, even if he wished to." "An artist cannot bear witness if he's dead."
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ww2-holocaust
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Julie Orringer |
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God asks the most of those he loves best.
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Julie Orringer |