Dessislava > Dessislava's Quotes

“You don't get it" she said
''Don't get what?"
''We are one"
''We are one?" Tengo asked with a shock.
''We wrote the book together"
Tengo felt the pressure of Fuka-Eri's fingers against his palm.
...
''That's true. We wrote Air Crysalis together. And when we are eaten by the tiger, we'll be eaten together.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 Book 1

“So you're thinking you'd rather not hand me a pistol?'
'They're dangerous. And illegal. And Chekov is qa writer you can trust.'
'But this is not a story. We're talking about the real word.'
Tamaru narrowed his eyes and looked hard at Aomame. Then, slowly opening his mouth, he said 'Who knows?”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.”
― Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins

“It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“I'm a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“Раят
е винаги другаде
в рая
са винаги другите
другаде
раят е другаде
друг
ад
е”
― Георги Господинов, Балади и разпади

“But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.”
― Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid

“And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.”
― Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“Мисля, че в мен има някаква развейпрахщина - все още ми се ще да бъда щастлив.”
― Ромен Гари, Clair de femme

“You're the only person I've ever met who can stand a bookstore as long as I can.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“The half-life of love is forever.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“...sometimes a start is all we ever get.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. You compose a mass e-mail disowning all your sucias. You block their e-mails. You change your phone number. You stop drinking. You stop smoking. You claim you’re a sex addict and start attending meetings. You blame your father. You blame your mother. You blame the patriarchy. You blame Santo Domingo. You find a therapist. You cancel your Facebook. You give her the passwords to all your e-mail accounts. You start taking salsa classes like you always swore you would so that the two of you could dance together. You claim that you were sick, you claim that you were weak—It was the book! It was the pressure!—and every hour like clockwork you say that you’re so so sorry. You try it all, but one day she will simply sit up in bed and say, No more, and, Ya, and you will have to move from the Harlem apartment that you two have shared. You consider not going. You consider a squat protest. In fact, you say won’t go. But in the end you do.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel.

This is how you lose her.”
― Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?”
― Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“Той не знаеше коя несъвършена част от себе си да обвини, затова трябваше да е виновен в целостта си.”
― Ian McEwan, Lessons

“Вече се случваше още преди да се беше случило, грешката идваше насреща му с протегнати ръце, като майка, готова да го грабне – все същата грешка, идваща, за да го вземе, без обещание за целувка.”
― Ian McEwan, Lessons