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After all, the world population of artists has exploded, almost no one is not an artist now; in turning our attention inward, so have we turned all of our hope inward, believing that meaning can be found or made there. Having cut ourselves off from all that is unknowable and that might truly fill us with awe, we can only find wonderment in our own powers of creativity.
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I spent the morning reading Ovid. I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for the last time.
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Nicole Krauss |
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I considered my options. Either I could run away and never go back to school again, maybe even leave the country as a stowaway on a ship bound for Australia. Or I could risk everything and confess to her. The answer was obvious: I was going to Australia. I opened my mouth to say goodbye forever. And yet. What I said was: I want to know if you'll marry me.
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Nicole Krauss |
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4edb2d9
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She abandoned the garden, and the mums and asters that had trusted her to see them through to the first frost hung their waterlogged heads.
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the-history-of-love
nicole-krauss
garden
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These valuable thing produced in us a feeling of intimidation. We knew that no matter how far we got in life, we would never really be meant for such fineness, that the few expensive antiques we did have had fallen to us from a higher life and now condescended to live among us.
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Nicole Krauss |
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5409794
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Jsou chvile, kdy na vas prijde jakasi jasnozrivost a vy najednou prohlednete skrz zdi do jineho rozmeru, na ktery jste zapomneli nebo se rozhodli ho nevnimat, abyste mohli dal zit s nejruznejsimi iluzemi, diky nimz je zivot, zejmena zivot s druhymi, vubec mozny.
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Nicole Krauss |
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3192d94
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I found out how little is unbearable.
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Nicole Krauss |
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55084b5
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She's kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she's turned life away. Sometimes she subsists for days on water and air.
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Nicole Krauss |
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The more I've learned in my life, the more acutely I've felt my hunger and blindness, and at the same time the closer I've felt to the end of hunger, the end of blindness. At times I've felt myself to be clinging onto the rim--of what I can hardly say without the risk of sounding ridiculous--only to slip and find myself deeper in the hole than ever. And there, in the dark, I find again in myself a form of praise for all that continues to cr..
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Nicole Krauss |
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68108c3
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Atunci am vazut-o. E ciudat ce poate urzi mintea cand inima o imboldeste. Arata altfel decat mi-o aminteam eu. Si totusi. Era aceeasi. Ochii: asa am recunoscut-o. Mi-am spus: "Vasazica asa ti se arata ingerul. Oprit la varsta la carea te-a iubit cel mai mult."
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Nicole Krauss |
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23ba380
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I tried to make sense of things. Now that I think about it, I have always tried. It could be my epitaph. LEO GURSKY: HE TRIED TO MAKE SENSE.
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humour
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Nicole Krauss |
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02b2f63
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Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought. Look at me.
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Nicole Krauss |
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b6ee21a
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The truth is the thing I invented so that I could survive.
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Nicole Krauss |
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1a61039
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Maybe Grodzenski was showing me, with his quiet pride, the reason he hummed a little while he worked.
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Nicole Krauss |
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aaa25e2
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HE LIKED TO COOK AND LAUGH AND SING, COULD START A FIRE WITH HIS HANDS, FIX THINGS THAT WERE BROKEN, AND EXPLAIN HOW TO LAUNCH THINGS INTO SPACE, BUT HE DIED WITHIN NINE MONTHS
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death
cancer
father
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a487599
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Who doesn't wish to make a spectacle of his loneliness?
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Nicole Krauss |
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cf5cc26
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I assumed it was someone trying to sell me something. They're always calling to sell. Once they said if I sent in a check for $99 I'd be pre-approved for a credit card, and I said, Right, sure, and if I step under a pigeon I'm preapproved for a load of shit
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Nicole Krauss |
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Once or twice a year I attended the English Romantic conferences held throughout Europe, brief gatherings perhaps not dissimilar in feeling for the participants than the feeling Jews have when they get off the plane in Israel: the relief of at last being surrounded on all sides by your own kind--the relief and the horror.
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As for what, exactly, was said about the future, all I can say is that, speaking as indirectly as we were, transferred between us was only a feeling, or a shift in feeling, something like the sense of solid ground underfoot after walking for days or even months on spongy bog, a shift that I would be hard pressed, both then and now, but especially now, all these years later, to put into words.
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c794b10
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I had the most rare of feelings, the sense that the world, so consistently overwhelming and incomprehensible, in fact had an order, oblique as it may seem, and I a place within it.
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Nicole Krauss |
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d34c732
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We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence.
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d058b53
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It is not known that Litvinoff's favorite flower was the peony. That his favorite form of punctuation was the question mark. That he had terrible dreams and could only fall asleep, if he could fall asleep at all, with a glass of warm milk. That he often imagined his own death. That he thought the woman who loved him was wrong to. That he was flat-footed. That his favorite food was the potato.That he liked to think of himself as a philosophe..
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Era uma vez um rapaz. Vivia numa aldeia que ja nao existe, numa casa que ja nao existe, na orla de um campo que ja nao existe, lugar de todas as descobertas e onde tudo era possivel. Um pau podia ser uma espada. Uma pedra podia ser um diamante. Uma arvore um castelo. Era uma vez um rapaz que vivia numa casa do outro lado do campo onde vivia uma rapariga que ja nao existe. Inventavam mil jogos. Ela era a Rainha e ele o Rei. Na luz do Outono,..
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prepadl me onen rozjareny pocit jako z jineho sveta, ktery nekdy zakousim, kdyz vstupuji do sfery zivota nekoho jineho, pocit (ktery se na chvilku jevi jako zcela realna moznost), ze zmenim sve banalni navyky a zacnu zit prave takhle, pocit, ktery se vzdycky rozplyne hned dalsi rano, kdyz se probudim do starych znamych nemennych kulis sveho vlastniho zivota.
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Nicole Krauss |
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1db89d8
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Doesn't part of the awe that fills us when we confront the unknown come from understanding that, should it at last flood into us and become known, we would be altered?
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Nicole Krauss |
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the tender brutality of physical existence...the insoluble contradiction of being animals cursed with self-reflection, and moral beings cursed with animal instincts...
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Nicole Krauss |
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9055166
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Childhood is a process of slowly recomposing oneself out of the borrowed materials of the world.
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Nicole Krauss |
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2424283
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Some people, like your sister, just get happier and happier everyday. And some people, like Baba Asch, just get sadder and sadder. And some people, like you, get both.' 'What about you? Are you the happiest and the saddest right now than you've ever been?' 'Of course I am.' 'Why?' 'Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.
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Nicole Krauss |
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7d342a3
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There were books everywhere. There were pens, and a blue glass vase, an ash tray from the Dolder Grand in Zurich, the rusted arrow of a weather vane, a little brass hourglass, sand dollars on the windowsill, a pair of binoculars, and empty wine bottle that served as a candle holder, wax melted down the neck. I touch this thing and that. At the end, all that's left of you are your possessions.
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And yet isn't it true of all of us? That there are things we feel to be at the heart of our nature that are not borne out by the evidence around us, and so, to protect our delicate sense of integrity, we elect, however unconsciously, to see the world other than the way it really is? And sometimes it leads to transcendence, and sometimes it leads to the unconscionable.
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Nicole Krauss |
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If you don't know what it feels like to have someone you love put a hand below your bottom rib for the first time, what chance is there for love?
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Nicole Krauss |
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Then one day I was looking out the window. Maybe I was contemplating the sky. Put even a fool in front of the window and you'll get a Spinoza.
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0d12bad
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I often wonder who will be the last person to see me alive. If I had to bet, I'd bet on the delivery boy from the Chinese take-out. I order in four nights out of seven. Whenever he comes I make a big production of finding my wallet. He stands in the door holding a greasy bag while I wonder if this is the night I'll finish off my spring roll, climb into bed, and have a heart attack.
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krauss
leo-gursky
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92bb019
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Cand te tii cu cineva de mana, de pilda, e un mod de a-ti aduce aminte cum e cand nu spuneti nimic impreuna. Si noaptea, cand e prea intuneric ca sa mai vedem ceva, simtim nevoia sa gesticulam cu ajutorul trupului celuilalt, pentru a ne face intelesi.
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Nicole Krauss |
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96c6406
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Later - when things happened that they could never have imagined - she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?
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Nicole Krauss |
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6974490
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Bend a people around the shape of what they lost, and let everything mirror its absent form
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Nicole Krauss |
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d041214
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When I was young, I thought that I would live my life as freely as the writers and artists I took as my heroes. But in the end I wasn't brave enough to resist the current pulling me toward convention.
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Nicole Krauss |
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Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.
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Nicole Krauss |
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0ae4d88
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For Chanukah I asked for a sleeping bag. The one of my mother got me had pink hearts on it, was made of flannel, and would keep me alive for about five seconds in subzero temperatures before I died of hypothermia.
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When I awoke again it was in a homesickness that felt physical, as its symptoms had been physical for seventeenth-century-century mercenary soldiers who'd fallen ill from being so far from home, the first to be diagnosed with the disease of nostalgia. Though never so acute, the longing for something I felt divided from, which was neither a time nor a place was but something formless and unnamed, had been with me since I was a child. Though ..
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When I woke again, it was into a homesickness that felt physical, as its symptoms had been physical for seventeenth-century mercenary soldiers who'd fallen ill from being so far from home, the first to be diagnosed with the disease of nostalgia. Though never so acute, the longing for something formless and unnamed, had been with me since I was a child. Though now I want to say that the division I felt was, in a sense, within me: the divisio..
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Looking at his reflection in the dark window, Litvinoff believed something had been peeled away and a truth revealed to him: He was an average man. A man willing to accept things as they were, and, because of this, he lacked the potential to be in any way original. And though he was wrong in every way about this, after that night nothing could dissuade him.
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Nicole Krauss |
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50b4f88
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I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in. I scowled at the world. And the world scowled back. We were locked in a stare of mutual disgust. I used to let the door slam in people's faces. I farted where I wanted ..
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6046db4
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Y entonces le dio un beso. Aquel beso era una pregunta que el deseo estar contestando durante el resto de su vida.
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romance
beso
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