That's one of the central problems of history, isn't it, sir? The question of subjective versus objective interpretation, the fact that we need to know the history of the historian in order to underst...
Tai ir yra gyvenimas, ar ne? Šiek tiek pasiekimų ir šiek tiek nusivylimų.
Sometimes I think the purpose of life is to reconcile us to its eventual loss by wearing us down, by proving, however long it takes, that life isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Ragana, pagalvojau. Jeigu pasaulyje yra moteris, kurią gali įsimylėti ir vis tiek manyti, kad gyvenimo verta atsisakyti, tai toji moteris yra Veronika.
Playing Cupid, I should have you know, isn’t just a matter of flying around Arcadia and feeling your tiny winkle throb when the lovers finally kiss. It’s to do with timetables and street maps, cinema...
Perhaps the world progresses not by maturing, but by being in a permanent state of adolescence, of thrilled discovery.
Our lack of originality is something we usefully forget as we hunch over our—to us—ever-fascinating lives. My friend M., leaving his wife for a younger woman, used to complain, People tell me it’s a c...
Op het erf van de boerderij zag je soms de meest onwaarschijnlijke vormen van verbondenheid - de gans verliefd op de ezel, het katje veilig spelend tussen de poten van de vervaarlijke kettinghond. En...
One feeling at least grows stronger in me with each year that passes—a longing to see the cranes. At this time of year I stand on a hill and watch the sky. Today they did not come. There were only wil...
Oliver used to have a theory he called Love, etc.: in other words the world divides into people for whom love is everything and the rest of life is a mere 'etc.,' and people who don't value love enoug...
Next to not living with those one loves, the worst torture is living with those one doesn't love.
Mystification is simple. Clarity is the hardest thing of all. You trustthe mystifier more if you know his deliberately choosing not to be lucid.You would trust Picasso all the way because he could dra...
My own [story] is the simplest ... it hardly amounts to more than a convincing proof of my existence - and yet I find it the hardest to begin.
Margaret used to say that there were two kinds of women: those with clear edges to them, and those who implied mystery.
Lovers are like Siamese twins, two bodies with a single soul; but if one dies before the other, the survivor has a corpse to lug around.
Love, he had ventured, was like the vast and sudden uncreasing of a lifelong frown.
Love's elastic. It's not a question of watering down. It adds on. It doesn't take away. So there's no need to worry about that.
Look, writers aren't , I want to cry, any more than husbands and wives are perfect. The only unfailing rule is, If they seem so, they can't be.
Life and reading are not separate activities, When you read a great book, you don't escape from life, you plunge deeper into it.
It seems to me that when you are young, you think about sex most of the time, but you don’t reflect on it much