Nu cred că mi-ar plăcea un zeu dezaprobator. Oricum ai parte de destulă dezaprobare în viață. Milă, iertare și-nțelegere - de astea avem nevoie. Și de ideea unui plan de ansamblu.
Not that this let me off the hook. My younger self had come back to shock my older self with what that self had been, or was, or was sometimes capable of being. And only recently I’d been going on abo...
Not over-interested in domestic matters, it was true; but then neither was he. In a novel, all his life's anxieties, his mixture of strength and weakness, his potential for hysteria--all would have be...
None of this, of course, was ever stated: the genteel social Darwinism of the English middle classes always remained implicit.
My philosopher friend, who gazed on life and decided that any responsible, thinking individual should have the right to reject this gift that had never been asked for—and whose noble gesture reemphasi...
Metti insieme due persone che insieme non sono mai state; a volte il mondo cambia e a volte no. Può darsi che si schiantino e prendano fuoco, o che prendano fuoco e si schiantino. Ma a volte, invece,...
Masters and parents used to remind us irritatingly that they too had once been young, and so could speak with authority. It's just a phase, they would insist. You'll grow out of it; life will teach yo...
Lịch sử không phải là những dối trá của kẻ chiến thắng, như tôi từng liến thoắng bảo đảm với thầy Joe Hunt Già ; giờ thì tôi đã biết điều đó rồi. Đúng hơn thì nó là ký ức của những kẻ sống sót, mà phầ...
Look what she has lost, now that she has lost life. Her body, her spirit; her radiant curiosity about life. At times it feels as if life itself is the greatest loser, the true bereaved party, because...
Life was the cat that dragged the parrot downstairs by its tail; his head banged against every step.
Je zit er nog middenin. Je zult er altijd middenin blijven zitten. Nee, niet letterlijk. Maar in je hart. Niets houdt ooit op, niet als het zo diep is gaan zitten. Je zult altijd met een open wond bli...
I’ve always thought you are what you are and you shouldn’t pretend to be anyone else. But Oliver used to correct me and explain that you are whoever it is you’re pretending to be.
Isn’t growing up a necessary process of losing one’s innocence? Maybe, maybe not. But the trouble with life is, you rarely know when that loss is going to happen, do you? And how it will be, afterward...
Irony - The modern mode: either the devil’s mark or the snorkel of sanity.
Il problema dell'accumulo, aveva scritto Adrian. Scommetti dei soldi su un cavallo, quello vince e la vincita passa sul cavallo della corsa successiva, e così via. Le vincite si accumulano. E le perdi...
If the statistics of happiness depend on personal reporting, how can we be sure that anyone is as happy as they claim to be? What if they aren’t telling the truth? No, we have to assume that they are,...
If I can't be sure of the actual events any more, I can at least be true to the impressions those facts left.
I wish life was like banking,' I said. 'I don't mean it's straightforward. Some of it's incredibly complicated. But you can understand it in the end, if you try hard enough. Or there's someone, somewh...
I was deeply misled by Lady Chatterley’s Lover, which seemed to insist that running naked through damp undergrowth with wild flowers entwined in your pubic hair was just about the closest thing to hea...
I tried to explain about refusing an unsought gift, about action versus passivity.