Acredito certamente que todos sofremos danos, de uma ou outra maneira. Como podíamos não sofrer, senão existe um mundo de pais, irmãos, vizinhos e companheiros perfeitos? E depois há a questão, de que...
لقد نجوتنجا كي يحكي الحكاية- هذا ما يقوله الناس،أليس كذلك؟ التاريخ ليس أكاذيب المنتصرين كما قلت ذات مرة ببساطة لجو هنت الأب.أدرك الآن أنه أقرب لأن يكون ذكريات الناجين:أولئك الذين لم ينتصروا ولم ينهزمو...
تاریخ دروغ‌های طرف پیروز نیست، بیش‌تر خاطره‌های بازماندگان است که اکثرشان نه پیروز بوده‌اند و نه شکست‌خورده.
Когда я был моложе, я получал то, что мне было положено. Казалось, в этом и состоит жизнь. И где-то подсознательно я считал, что существует некая система высшей справедливости. Но ее нет. Или если и е...
Да, наистина, ако Тони бе успял да вижда по-ясно, да действа по-решително, да се придържа към по-истински морални ценности, да не се примирява тъй лесно с кротката леност, която отначало наричаше щаст...
Ах, век мифов и легенд. Шарлемань, рыцарство, горный Пиренейский перешеек, будущее Европы, будущее всего Христианского мира на чаше весов, героический арьергард, рог зовущий на битву, человеческая жиз...
Historians need to treat a participant’s own explanation of events with a certain scepticism. It is often the statement made with an eye to the future that is the most suspect.
You may say, But wasn't this the Sixties? Yes, but only for some people, only in certain parts of the country.
You can take Lucas to watch football when he’s older,’ she once told me. Ah, the rheumy-eyed grandpa on the terraces inducting the lad into the mysteries of soccer: how to loathe people wearing differ...
Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn't love. I don't know what you call it instead, but it isn't love.
When you are in your twenties, even if you're confused and uncertain about your aims and purposes, you have a strong sense of what life itself is, and of what you in life are, and might become. Later...
What did I know of life, I who had lived so carefully? Who had neither won nor lost, but just let life happen to him? Who had the usual ambitions and settled all too quickly for them not being realise...
Time...give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.
This is what those who haven’t crossed the tropic of grief often fail to understand: the fact that someone is dead may mean that they are not alive, but doesn’t mean that they do not exist.
The strong cannot help confronting; the less strong cannot help evading.
The imagination doesn’t crop annually like a reliable fruit tree. The writer has to gather whatever’s there: sometimes too much, sometimes too little, sometimes nothing at all. And in the years of glu...
Style is a function of theme. Style is not imposed on subject-matter, but arises from it. Style is truth to thought.
So, you see, we’re a played-out generation. All the best ones went. We were left with the lesser ones. It’s always like that in war. That’s why it’s up to your generation now.’ But I don’t feel part
No sooner do we come into this world,’ said Flaubert, ‘than bits of us start to fall off.
May you be ordinary, as the poet once wished the new-born baby.