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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 18f7c8d | Tengo la sensacion de que solo me limito a respirar. Y existe una diferencia entre respirar y seguir viviendo. | John Boyne | ||
| b41db14 | But they'd never once invited any of the striped pyjama people to dinner. | John Boyne | ||
| ddc8181 | No woman will ever take care of my children but me, she said. I will not allow it, do you understand? And after I am gone Madge Toxley, if you try to make them yours, then you will live to regret it. | thriller | John Boyne | |
| 0982812 | I felt that this must be what it would be like to be married to someone, a constant back and forth of bickering, watching out for any stray comment in a conversation that might be corrected, anything to keep gaining the upper hand, the advantage, bringing one closer to taking the game, the set and the whole blasted match without ever ceding a point. | John Boyne | ||
| 970187e | One day he was perfectly content, playing at home, having three best friends for life, sliding down banisters, trying to stand on his tiptoes to see right across Berlin, and now he was stuck here in this cold, nasty house with three whispering maids and a waiter who was both unhappy and angry, where no one looked as if they could ever be cheerful again. | John Boyne | ||
| d39337a | I married up several times. And then across once or twice. And then beneath me. I never quite found the right level somehow. Perhaps I should have married diagonally or in a slightly curved direction. | John Boyne | ||
| 73184bd | Hay cosas que sencillamente estan ahi, sin molestar a nadie, esperando a que las descubran. | John Boyne | ||
| e28eb0d | In school, the other girls formed alliances which always excluded me. They called me names; I will not repeat them here. They made fun of my unshapely body, my pale skin, my untamed hair. I do not know why I was born this way. | John Boyne | ||
| 42d538c | Life is suffering. Until the great day of judgement, when peace and equanimity may be restored for those who are pure of heart and deed. | John Boyne | ||
| d176f5f | You know, Emily Dickinson is here too. All she does is write poems about life all the time. The irony! She keeps asking me to read them. I refuse, of course. The days are long enough as it is. | John Boyne | ||
| 212732a | line came into my mind, something that Hannah Arendt had once said about the poet Auden: that life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face. | John Boyne | ||
| 1aac4c2 | uncomfortable as I felt around him, and as much as he repulsed me, it was impossible not to be simultaneously fascinated by him, for his was a consistently intoxicating presence. Whenever I saw him, I found myself in a state of near paralysis. In this, I was not alone. Everyone hated him, but no one could keep their eyes off him. | John Boyne | ||
| 56f2073 | His position, like so many of his ilk, was one of uncontested and unearned respect. | John Boyne | ||
| e6de616 | that life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face. | John Boyne | ||
| 735f805 | I stood up and offered not a prayer, for that was of no use to anyone, but a moment of contemplation. | John Boyne | ||
| 2d5e81b | Whenever I look at Edna O'Brien," continued Mr. Denby-Denby, "I get the impression that she wants to put every man she meets across her knee and give them a good spanking until they show her the proper respect. Oh, to be the bare bottom beneath that alabaster palm!" | John Boyne | ||
| 1868313 | peaceful in the knowledge that a long and happy relationship negates the need for constant chatter. Zoya and I had long perfected the art of sitting silently in each other's company for hours on end, while never running out of things to say. | John Boyne | ||
| 6cce900 | And what did I do, only slip my hand inside his own and say that maybe he should hold my hand instead for a while, and I can see the look on his face even to this day. The shock and the desire. Oh, I loved the power I had over him! The power I could sense in myself! You won't understand this but it's something that every girl realizes at some point in her life, usually when she's around fiteen or sixteen. Maybe it's even younger now. That s.. | John Boyne | ||
| dee55fa | Anything is possible,' I said. 'But most things are unlikely. | John Boyne | ||
| ac7a306 | The moral of the story', he repeated, leaning forward and placing his hands flat on the desk in front of him, 'is that every so often a natural disaster comes along, an act of God, and it blows all the dust away and when it does people can see that whatever's left underneath ain't so pretty. You get it?' Denton | John Boyne | ||
| 1a90812 | Please don't let Julian die, I asked God. And please stop me from being a homosexual. Only when I stood up and walked away did I realize that that had been two prayers, so I went back and lit a second candle, which cost me another penny. | John Boyne | ||
| de7bb16 | However, as the consequences of Black Thursday began to settle in investors' minds, most people attempted to recover their losses and the dramatic selling began again. On Tuesday 29 October, the day of the Wall Street Crash, more than 16 million shares were dumped in an afternoon of trading. On that one single day, as much money was lost on the New York stock exchange as had been spent in its entirety by the US government on fighting the Fi.. | John Boyne | ||
| bdd9877 | Where do [writers] get [their] ideas? And the answer is that no one knows where the come from and nobody should know. They evolve in thin air, they float down from some mysterious heaven, and we reach and grab one, to grasp in our imagination, and to make it our own. One writer might overhear a conversation in a cafe and a whole novel will be built from that moment. Another might see an article in a newspaper and a plot will suggest itself .. | writing-process | John Boyne | |
| 07b428b | Every girl likes a man in uniform," said Ernst. "Every girl, perhaps," remarked Beatrix. "But not every uniform." "You know why people wear uniforms, don't you, Pierrot?" continued the chauffeur. The boy shook his head. "Because a person who wears one believes he can do anything he likes." "Ernst," said Beatrix quietly. "He can treat others in a way he never would while wearing normal clothes. Collars, trench coats, or jackboots, uniforms a.. | John Boyne | ||
| 736c7e8 | Why do they hate us so much anyway?' I asked after a lengthy pause. 'If they're not queer themselves, then what does it matter to them if someone else is?' 'I remember a friend of mine once telling me that we hate what we fear in ourselves,' she said with a shrug. | John Boyne | ||
| 9615def | But for all that we had, for all the luxury to which we were accustomed, we were both denied love, and this deficiency would be scorched into our futures lives like an ill-considered tattoo inscribed on the buttocks after a drunken night out, leading each of us inevitably toward isolation and disaster. | John Boyne | ||
| 649129e | it struck me as extraordinary that the leaders of each of these countries bore such an intimate familial relationship to each other. It was as if the entire matter was nothing more than a childish game: Willy, Georgie, and Nicky running around a garden, setting out their forts and toy soldiers, enjoying an afternoon of great sport until one of them went too far and they had to be separated by a responsible adult. | John Boyne | ||
| ed33a3d | And that's the end of the story about Bruno and his family. Of course all this happened a long time ago and nothing like that could ever happen again. Not in this day and age. | John Boyne | ||
| 4962659 | the past is the past. Here we have a fresh beginning, but let that beginning start tomorrow. | John Boyne | ||
| 874fd88 | Fences such as the one at the heart of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas still exist; it is unlikely that they will ever fully disappear. But whatever reaction you have to this story, I hope that the voices of Bruno and Shmuel will continue to resonate with you as they have with me. Their lost voices must continue to be heard; their untold stories must continue to be recounted. For they represent the ones who didn't live to tell their stories .. | John Boyne | ||
| a4630c0 | 15 bnvbmbr 2014 "Bruno frowned and considered it. He wasn't entirely sure that Father had any land" hmvgblvt hhtptHvtyt SHl brvnv hnvrmlyt Av hlA nvrmlyt Notes From: John Boyne. "Boy in the Striped Pajamas." iBooks. spr, spr nhdr ASHmvr `lyv, KHmv AvTSr ykr. Adpdp lAT b`dynvt, KHSHydy nkyvt vbzhyrvt. ASHmvr `lyv SHlA ykr`, SHlA ykrh lv SHvm dbr r`. AKHbd At hspr, `lyv lA ATSyyr, hspr ly Hbr." | John Boyne | ||
| 11b1828 | E so naquele momento, com o dia ja quase no fim, a gente finalmente comecou a conversar. Era como se fossemos agentes secretos, mas tivessemos cansado de tudo e decidido simplesmente abandonar o disfarce." (Cinco)" | John Boyne | ||
| 3da2bc6 | O menino apenas olhava para o chao, dando a impressao de que tentava convencer sua alma a nao mais habitar o pequeno corpo e a fugir pela janela e voar bem alto ate o ceu, indo o mais longe possivel. | John Boyne | ||
| f455810 | Voce e o meu melhor amigo, Shmuel. Meu melhor amigo para a vida toda. | John Boyne | ||
| ef08284 | Shmuel | John Boyne | ||
| 2420b2c | there was something about the new house that made Bruno think that no one ever laughed there; that there was nothing to laugh at and nothing to be happy about. | John Boyne | ||
| 71f3c5f | Aus-Wisch?", fragte Bruno, "Was ist ein Aus-Wisch?" | John Boyne | ||
| 896ee95 | We're none of us normal. Not in this fucking country. | John Boyne | ||
| f3cf570 | I don't cook anything fancy. Sheba's appetite isn't up to much and I've never been one for sauces. We eat nursery food mainly. Beans on toast, Welsh rarebit, fish fingers. Sheba leans against the oven and watches me while I work. At a certain point, she usually asks for wine. I have tried to get her to wait until she's eaten something, but she gets very scratchy when I do that, so these days I tend to give in straightaway and pour her a sma.. | food snob | Zoë Heller | |
| 7d9aa68 | The conclusion of Dowell's narrative offers not a resolution, so much as a plangent confirmation of complexities. While Ford would certainly have agreed with Dowell that it is a novelist's business to make a reader 'see things clearly', his interest in clarity had little to do with simplicity. There is no 'getting to the bottom of things', no triumphant answers to the epistemological muddle offered in this beautiful, bleak story - only a fi.. | Zoë Heller | ||
| 7aa17fc | But that I should have ended up in a place like this seems too custom-made a nightmare to be the work of mere ill fortune. | ill-fortune life | Zoë Heller | |
| 78a141e | Up to this moment in her life, Audrey had never evinced the slightest sentimentality about children. Insofar as she had recognized them as an independent category of personhood, she had tended to think of them as trainee humans. Inadequate adults. She loved her own daughters well enough - wanted them to be happy and so forth - but they had failed to inspire in her that mad, lioness passion to which other mothers so preeningly testified. She.. | Zoë Heller | ||
| d5b1045 | The story of Carol's transformation evoked complicated feelings in Rose. It appalled her, of course. The idea of an educated, metropolitan woman voluntarily casting off every vestige of modernity in order to make herself over as a medieval ghetto-dweller was unconscionable - but it also inspired a sneaking envy. By submitting to the restraints of Orthodoxy, Carol had not only performed an impressive act of self-denial - an act guaranteed to.. | Zoë Heller | ||
| 0a3f007 | How had she ended up like this, imprisoned in the role of harridan? Once upon a time, her brash manner had been a mere posture - a convenient and amusing way for an insecure teenage bride, newly arrived in America, to disguise her crippling shyness. People had actually enjoyed her vituperation back then, encouraged it and celebrated it. She had carved out a minor distinction for herself as a 'character': the cute little English girl with th.. | Zoë Heller |