Šeimyninės laimės paslaptį sudaro ne jos pilnumas ar bent jau ne gyvenimas kartu su visais jos nariais
Wear flannel next to your skin, and never believe in eternal punishment.
Khi ta trẻ và nhạy cảm, cũng là lúc ta hay đi gieo đau đớn nhất
Anımsanan hazlar kadar, anımsanan acılar konusunda da nostaljik olmak mümkün
Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less, and suffer the less? That is, I think, finally, the only real question.
Why does anything left-wing have to be trendy before it’s read, and by the time it’s trendy it’s already a force for conservatism?
This was another skill women were meant to learn: when a man's story had come to an end. Mostly, it wasn't a problem, as the end was thumpingly obvious; or else the narrator started snorting with laug...
Samo oni koji vide šta će se dogoditi prežive, mora da je to pravilo.
Rather, what happened to human illusions was that they crumbled, they withered away. It was a long and wearisome process, like a toothache reaching far into the soul. But you can pull out a tooth and...
Love was by its very nature disruptive, cataclysmic; and if it was not, then it was not love.
Jenže vzpomínky, které nám nakonec zůstanou, se přece pokaždé neshodují s tím, co jsme viděli na vlastní oči.
Is it splendid, or stupid, to take life seriously?
In the depths of my heart I can’t help being convinced that my dear fellow-men, with a few exceptions, are worthless.
I didn’t want the day to unravel. Though looking back, it was not the day, but the four of us, that were beginning to unravel.
I could only reply that I think---I theorise--that something--something else--happens to the memory over time. For years you survive with the same loops, the same facts and the same emotions...The eve...
I certainly believe we all suffer damage, one way or another.
He never married, and he never learned to dance. He was so resistant to dancing that most of the principal male characters in his novels take sympathetic action and refuse to dance as well.
He had entered some state of grace—but one that did not exclude. He made you feel you were his co-thinker, even if you said nothing.
For some, Life is rich and creamy, made according to an old peasant recipe from nothing but natural products, while Art is a pallid commercial confection, consisting mainly of artificial colourings an...
What does the novel do? It tells beautiful, shapely lies which enclose hard, exact truths.