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| a4d63cc | A teraz, juz po wszystkim, cos nowego sie zaczelo, nowego dla mnie - trudna sztuka zycia po smierci. | grieving mourning | John Banville | |
| 7d21314 | Pomieszczenie wygladalo tak, jak je zapamietalem. Albo wygladalo, jak gdyby bylo takie, jakim je zapamietalem, gdyz z reguly wspomnienia dopasowuja sie niezauwazalnie do rzeczy i miejsc z odwiedzanej przeszlosci. | memory | John Banville | |
| 7161754 | To, ze tu jestem, wynika po prostu z potrzeby, zeby nigdzie nie byc. | John Banville | ||
| a5548bd | Bylem zawsze wyrozniajacym sie nikim, ktorego bezwzglednym zyczeniem bylo stac sie niewyrozniajacym sie kims. | John Banville | ||
| aef8aff | Everything in the room seemed turned away from me in sullen resistance, averthing itself from my unwelcome return. | John Banville | ||
| e089752 | Inhabiting a place that could not be home, they were like actors compelled to play themselves. | John Banville | ||
| bd3c4ea | I think he is losing heart in his attempts to woo her. In that bright-yellow waistcoat, the bottom button always punctiliously undone and the pointed flaps open over his neat little paunch, he is as intent and circumspect as one of those outlandishly plumed male birds, peacock or cock peasant, who gorgeously stalk up and down at a distance, desperate of eye but pretending indifference, while the drab hen unconcernedly pecks in the gravel fo.. | love | John Banville | |
| cd506fd | Another week done with. How quickly the time goes as the season advances, the earth hurtling along its groove into the years's sharply descending final arc. | John Banville | ||
| f78860f | None of this means anything. Anything of significance, that is. I am just amusing myself, musing, losing myself in a welter of words. For words in here are a form of luxury, of sensuousness, they are all we have been allowed to keep of the rich, wasteful world from which we are shut away. | John Banville | ||
| b954946 | It is hard for anyone who has not given himself wholeheartedly to a belief (and I say again, Miss V., that is how it is: you give yourself to it, it does not fall upon you like sanctifying grace from Heaven) to appreciate how the believer's conscious mind can separate itself into many compartments containing many, conflicting, dogmas. These are not sealed compartments; they are like the cells of a battery (I think this is how a battery work.. | John Banville | ||
| 1a0f645 | When I look back all is flux, without beginning and flowing towards no end, or none that I shall experience, except as a final full stop. The items of flotsam that I choose to salvage from the general wreckage--and what is a life but a gradual shipwreck?--may take on an aspect of inevitability when I put them on display in their glass showcases, but they are random; representative, perhaps, perhaps compellingly so, but random nonetheless. | life-and-death | John Banville | |
| adc34de | Hanh phuc thua au tho rat khac. Luc ay no chi don gian la chuyen tich luy, chuyen nhat nhanh nhung trai nghiem moi, nhung xuc cam moi va gan chung nhu nhung vien gach lat bong loang len cai sau nay se la toa lau hoan chinh ky dieu cua ban nga. | ấuthơ tr178 | John Banville | |
| 168b814 | I had a sudden image of myself as a sort of large dark simian something slumped there at the table, or not a something but a nothing, rather, a hole in the room, a palpable absence, a darkness visible. | John Banville | ||
| 45d505c | The true workers all die in a fidget of frustration. So much to do, and so much left undone. | John Banville | ||
| 6cb9528 | The steel kettle shone, a slow furl of steam at its spout, vaguely suggestive of genie and lamp. Oh, grant me a wish, just the one. | John Banville | ||
| d348b01 | The fact is, whenever I made an overture to a woman, which I seldom did, even in my young days, I never really expected it to be entertained, or even noticed, despite certain instances of success, which I tended to regards as flukes, the result of misunderstanding, or dimness on the part of the woman and simple good fortune on mine. I'm not an immediately alluring specimen, having been, for a start, the runt of the litter. I'm short and sto.. | John Banville | ||
| ebc2aa1 | MY LORD, when you ask me to tell the court in my own words, this is what I shall say. I am kept locked up here like some exotic animal, last survivor of a species they had thought extinct. They should let in people to view me, the girl-eater, svelte and dangerous, padding to and fro in my cage, my terrible green glance flickering past the bars, give them something to dream about, tucked up cosy in their beds of a night. After my capture the.. | John Banville | ||
| 3e869bd | The daylight too is strange, even outside, in the yard, as if something has happened to it, as if something has been done to it, before it is allowed to reach us. It has an acid, lemony cast, and comes in two intensities: either it is not enough to see by or it sears the sight. Of the various kinds of darkness I shall not speak. | John Banville | ||
| e80d956 | I marvelled, not for the first time, at the cruel complacency of ordinary things. But no, not cruel, not complacent, only indifferent, as how could they be otherwise? Henceforth, I would have to address things as they are, not as I imagine them, for this was a new version of reality. | perception reality | John Banville | |
| bfae2d3 | Me pregunto si los demas, de ninos, tienen ese tipo de imagen, a la vez vaga y concreta, de lo que les gustaria ser de mayores. No hablo de esperanzas y aspiraciones, ni de vagas ambiciones, ese tipo de cosa. Desde el principio fui muy preciso y definido en mis expectativas. No queria ser maquinista de tren ni un explorador famoso. Cuando escudrinaba anhelante a traves de las nieblas de lo solidamente real de entonces a lo felizmente imagin.. | John Banville | ||
| 1aa439a | We do not grow up; all we do is grow dull. | John Banville | ||
| fffe0e1 | It is in the forms of the living that the dead most convincingly haunt us. | John Banville | ||
| d924d67 | Belief is hard, and the abyss is always there, under one's feet. | John Banville | ||
| c71316a | Ma ei looda surmajargsele elule ega jumalusele, kes voiks seda pakkuda. Arvestades, missuguse maailma ta loi, oleks temasse uskumine jumalavallatus. | John Banville | ||
| 5c0272a | Guilt is the only affect I know of that does not diminish with time. Nor does the guilty conscience have any sense of priority or right proportion. | John Banville | ||
| ff77eb0 | I am, as is surely apparent by now, a thing made up wholly of poses. In this I may not be unique, it may be thus for everyone, more or less, I do not know, or care. What I do know is that having lived my life in the awareness, or even if only in the illusion, of being constantly watched, constantly under scrutiny, I am all frontage; stroll around to the back and all you will find is some sawdust and a few shaky struts and a mess of wiring. .. | John Banville | ||
| 634aa55 | What a little vessel of sadness we are, sailing in this muffled silence through the autumn dark. | sea | John Banville | |
| d2c4ded | There was a beat of silence and the atmosphere thickened briefly. I glanced from one of them to the other, seeming to detect an invisible something passing between them, not so much a signal as a sort of silent token, like one of those almost impalpable acknowledgements that adulterers exchange when they are in company. The phenomenon was strange to me still but would become increasingly familiar the deep I penetrated into the secret world. | John Banville | ||
| 6c4ec94 | The common people?--pah. What are they to us? You and I, mein Freund, we are lords of the earth, the great ones, the major men, the makers of supreme fictions. | John Banville | ||
| 93ae5ff | bavshvobashi bedniereba sul sxva ramea. metcilad ubralod agroveb axal grz'nobebs, shegrz'nebebs t`u gamoc`dilebas da mere im priala mozaikasavit` acqob, ert` mshvenier dg'es shenive sakut`ar, ukve dasrulebul me-d rom dalagdeba. | John Banville | ||
| d193f96 | t`it`i uneburad tuch`ebze movisvi, im tuch`ebze c`ota xnis cin mas rom koc`nidnen. etqoba, velodi rag'ac` jados cqalobit`, tuch`ebic` unda shec`vliliqvnen, t`undac` sul odnav, sxvebist`vis t`it`k`mis sheumch`nevlad. saert`od, megona qvelap`eri shiec`vleboda zustad iseve, rogorc` t`avad is dg'e gadasxvap`erda. | John Banville | ||
| c3099d5 | me mxolod micieri t`vit`gamoxatvis cams veli. scored asea: mt`lianad, ert`ianad gamovxatav sakut`ar t`avs da gavt`avisup`ldebi rogorc` saboloo, samadlobeli sitqvis mt`k`meli. mokled amovit`k`mebi. | John Banville | ||
| 8a53601 | Lots of water under that bridge, let's not drown ourselves in it. | John Banville | ||
| 6c710bc | Prove to me that you are right. Prove to me that you are more right than God. Nothing on earth would do it. Because Ryan didn't believe in or care about anything on earth. | Zadie Smith | ||
| 2443c4e | It's great to just be here with you, watching the world go by. | love together | Zadie Smith | |
| bdb65dc | Only as an adult did I come to truly admire [my mother]...for all that she had done to claw some space in this world for herself | Zadie Smith | ||
| 4c00222 | Rhyme is the native condition of lyric verse in English; a rhymeless lyric is a maimed thing. | Algernon Charles Swinburne | ||
| 2b1feb0 | A crown and justice? Night and day Shall first be yoked together. | Algernon Charles Swinburne | ||
| 7795a50 | His speech is a burning fire. | Algernon Charles Swinburne | ||
| 6911eda | there?" When" | David Baldacci | ||
| 14ae0e7 | 45 H | David Baldacci | ||
| cd3c6d1 | His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep. | Algernon Charles Swinburne | ||
| a5edbc2 | Wilt thou fear that, and fear not my desire? | Algernon Charles Swinburne | ||
| 04650ca | I think I was strange to my mother and to my father, a changeling belonging to neither one of them, and although this is of course true of all children, in the end--we are not our parents and they are not us--my father's children would have come to this knowledge with a certain slowness, over years...whereas I was born knowing it, I have always known it, it is a truth stamped all over my face | Zadie Smith |