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Normalmente vamos por la vida reyendonos constantemente lo que nos decimos. < |
Markus Zusak | ||
| 631ea26 | He lay in bed with one of his sisters. She must have kicked him or muscled her way into the majority of the bed because he was on the very edge with his arm around her. The boy slept. His candlelit hair ignited the bed, and I picked him both and Bettina up with their souls still in the blanket. If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy's comfort? Where .. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4643ec2 | Words are so heavy, she thought, but as the night wore on, she was able to complete eleven pages | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7310b75 | He seemed to resonate with a kind of confidence that life was still nothing but a joke - an endless succession of soccer goals, trickery, and a constant repertoire of meaningless chatter. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 60b9233 | When Liesel left that day, she said something with great uneasiness. In translation, two giant words were struggled with, carried on her shoulder and dropped as a bungling pair at Ilsa Hermann's feet. They fell off sideways as the girl veered with them and could no longer sustain their weight. Together, they sat on the floor, large and loud, and clumsy. | Markus Zusak | ||
| fce75fd | I wish I could hold up that knife and tear open the world. I'd slice it open and climb through to the next one. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 23a9853 | She didn't overreact. It may have crossed her mind to march down to the woman responsible for sending this charity shitbox, but she didn't. She swallowed the glint of anger. She packed it into her prim-and-proper voice, and like her son, moved on. | Markus Zusak | ||
| b2f2de1 | Life had altered in the wildest possible way, but it was imperative that they act as if nothing at all had happened. Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 303cd57 | Those kids, they would've loved this place, they would've walked and skipped and danced here, all legs and sunny hair. They'd have cartwheeled the lawn, shouting, "And don't go lookin' at our knickers, right?" | Markus Zusak | ||
| a907d92 | He was a wasteland in a suit; he was bent-postured, he was broken. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 83d9af8 | There was a kind of generosity to her, of heat and sweat and life. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5b35bd2 | The sun stirs the earth. Around and around, it stirs us like stew. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ff33c22 | There was rain like a ghost you could walk through. Almost dry when it hit the ground. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 39fa491 | A Jew had once saved his life and he couldn't forget that. He couldn't join a party that antagonized people in such a way... Like many of the Jews believed, he didn't think the hatred could last... | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8864ac6 | C'etait a Megara, faubourg de Carthage, dans les jardins d'Hamilcar. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 01a9848 | On the Place she met Lestivoudois on his way back, for, in order not to shorten his day's labour, he preferred interrupting his work, then beginning it again, so that he rang the Angelus to suit his own convenience. Besides, the ringing over a little earlier warned the lads of catechism hour. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 928fb38 | How she listened, the first time, to the sonorous lamentations of romantic melancholia echoing out across heaven and earth! If her childhood had been spent in the dark back-room of a shop in some town, she would now perhaps have been kindled by the lyric surgings of nature which only normally reach us as through the interpretation of a writer. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 3cc0a8c | Hers] was an existence between heaven and earth... beyond her stretched as far as the eye could see... an immense space of joys and | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| f29570a | All that has to do with life is repugnant to me; everything that draws me to it horrifies me. I should like never to have been born, or to die. I have within me, deep within me, a distaste which keeps me from enjoying anything and which fills my soul to the point of suffocating it. It reappears in relation to everything, like the bloated bodies of dogs which come back to the surface of the water despite the stones that have been tied to the.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 0f7d044 | The next day was, for Emma, a dismal one. Everything seemed enveloped in a black atmosphere that hovered indistinctly over the exterior of things, and sorrow rushed into her soul, moaning softly like the winter wind in abandoned manor houses. It was the sort of reverie you sink into over something that will never return again, the lassitude that overcomes you with each thing that is finished, the pain you suffer when any habitual motion is .. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 284a09b | How badly arranged the world is. What is the purpose of ugliness, suffering, sadness? Why our powerless dreams? Why everything? | powerless sadness suffering ugliness why world | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 01adb85 | He had that incongruity of common and elegant in which the habitually vulgar think they see the revelation of an eccentric existence, of the perturbations of sentiment, the tyrannies of art, and always a certain contempt for social conventions, that seduces or exasperates them. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| c487b74 | Speech is a rolling mill which always stretches out the feelings that go into it. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| d753462 | Un homme, au contraire, ne devait-il pas tout connaitre, exceller en des activites multiples, vous initier aux energies de la passion, aus raffinements de la vie, a tous les mysteres? | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| accdcb0 | Pauvre petite femme! Ca baille apres l'amour, comme une carpe apres l'eau sur une table de cuisine. Avec trois mots de galanterie, cela vous adorerait, j'en suis sur! ce serait tendre! charmannt!... Oui, mais comment s'en debarresser ensuite? - Rodolphe Boulanger | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| c42c524 | Alors, sur d'etre aime, il ne se gena pas pas, et insensiblement ses facons changerent. Il n'avait plus, comme autrefois, de ces mots si doux qui la faisaient pleurer, ni de ces vehementes careses qui la rendaient folle. // Elle n'y voulut pas croire; elle redoubla de tendresse; et Rodolphe, de moins en moins, cacha son indifference. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 36e6891 | When we entered a classroom we always tossed our caps on the floor, to free our hands; as soon as we crossed the threshold we would throw them under the bench so hard that they struck the wall and raised a cloud of dust; this was "the way it should be done." But the new boy either failed to notice this maneuver or was too shy to perform it himself, for he was still holding his cap on his lap at the end of the prayer. It was a head-gear of c.. | caps hats headgear humor misfit newness | Gustave Flaubert | |
| f287780 | Without moving, you walk through lands you imagine you can see, and your thoughts, weaving in and out of the story, delight in the details or follow the outlines of the adventures. You merge with the character; you think you're the one whose heart is beating so hard within the clothes he's wearing. | reading | Gustave Flaubert | |
| bf475c6 | To return to antiquity [in literature]: that has been done. To return to the Middle Ages: that too has been done. Remains the present day. But the ground is shaky: so where can you set the foundations? An answer to this question must be found if one is to produce anything vital and hence lasting. All this disturbs me so much that I no longer like to be spoken to about it. | writers writing | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 1fefe45 | pupil | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 0e93e39 | Self-possession depends on its environment. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| bdacec1 | Standing side by side, on some rising ground, they felt, as they drank in the air, the pride of a life more free penetrating into the depths of their souls, with a superabundance of energy, a joy which they could not explain. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 2400e80 | Not a lawyer but carries within him the debris of a poet. | poet | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 0ee66d1 | I have often noticed that we are inclined to endow our friends with the stability of type that literary characters acquire in the reader's mind. No matter how many times we reopen 'King Lear,' never shall we find the good king banging his tankard in high revelry, all woes forgotten, at a jolly reunion with all three daughters and their lapdogs. Never will Emma rally, revived by the sympathetic salts in Flaubert's father's timely tear. Whate.. | emma-bovary expectations fate friends gustave-flaubert king-lear literary-references literature lolita madame-bovary shakespeare vladimir-nabokov | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 7131684 | la passion de Charles n'avait plus rien d'exorbitant. Ses expansions etaient devennues regulieres; il l'embrassait a de certaines heures. C'etait une habitude parmi les autres, et comme un dessert prevu d'avance, apres la monotonie du diner. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 4e3a4aa | Ea isi dorea un fiu;ar fi trebuit sa fie voinic si brunet;ii va spune Georges;idea de a avea un baiat era ca o speranta a razbunarii impotriva tuturor neputintelor trecute.Cel putin,un barbat e liber;el poate trai pasiunile si strabate tarile,poate trece peste obstacole,poate gusta cele mai indepartate bucurii.In schimb,unei femei i se impun tot felul de piedici.Inerta si flexibila in acelasi timp,are impotriva ei slabiciunea trupului si ob.. | femeie fiu | Gustave Flaubert | |
| f8398a1 | exaggerated speeches hiding mediocre affections must be discounted; as if the fullness of the soul did not sometimes overflow in the emptiest metaphors, since no one can ever give the precise measure of his needs, nor of his conceptions, nor of his sorrows; and since human speech is like a cracked kettle (caldron), upon which we beat out tunes fit to make bears dance when our aim is to move the stars to pity. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 77f96ae | The day before yesterday, in the woods of Touques, in a charming spot beside a spring, I found old cigar butts and scraps of pate. People had been picnicking. I described such a scene in eleven years ago; it was entirely imagined, and the other day it came true. Everything one invents is true, you may be sure. Poetry is as precise as geometry. Induction is as accurate as deduction; and besides, after reaching a certain point one no longer.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| b59a15c | He had so often heard these things said that they did not strike him as original. Emma was like all his mistresses; and the charm of novelty, gradually falling away like a garment, laid bare the eternal monotony of passion, that has always the same forms and the same language. He did not distinguish, this man of so much experience, the difference of sentiment beneath the sameness of expression. Because lips libertine and venal had murmured .. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 78ce538 | Their separation was becoming intolerable. "I would rather die!" said Emma. She was writhing in his arms, weeping. "Adieu! adieu! When shall I see you again?" | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 95c1c95 | As to Emma, she did not ask herself whether she loved. Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings--a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss. She did not know that on the terrace of houses it makes lakes when the pipes are choked, and she would thus have remained in her security when she suddenly discovered a re.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 8ee2cd4 | For six months, then, Emma, at fifteen years of age, made her hands dirty with books from old lending libraries. | libraries reading | Gustave Flaubert | |
| c54fb18 | In March 1853 she was afflicted with a pain in the chest; her tongue seemed to be covered with a film; leeches failed to make her breathing any easier. | illness | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 09fe8e9 | En plongeant dans la personnalite des autres, il oublia la sienne, ce qui est la seule maniere peut-etre de n'en pas souffrir. | Gustave Flaubert |