Adeline > Adeline's Quotes

“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“En esta analogía, por otra parte, se revelaba, una vez más, que infinitas son las formas de poseer un cuerpo, y que no necesariamente la mas instintiva es también la mas irrevocable.”
― Alessandro Baricco, Questa storia

“Esta misteriosa circunstancia de que las cosas de nuestro pasado sigan existiendo incluso cuando salen del radio de acción de nuestras vidas y que es más, maduran, trayendo frutos nuevos en cada estación, para una recolección de la que nosotros ya no sabemos nada más. La persistencia ilógica de la vida.”
― Alessandro Baricco, Questa storia

“Pero cuando estaba con una mujer, y le gustaba el modo que tenía de hablar, se la llevaba a la cama por el entusiasmo que le provocaba verla usar el pretérito perfecto del indicativo, como si a presencia del pasado en el presente justificara cualquier pasión.”
― Ricardo Piglia, Blanco nocturno

“I squeezed her hand and said nothing. I knew little about Keats or his poetry, but I thought it possible that in his hopeless situation he would not have wanted to write precisely because he loved her so much. Lately I'd had the idea that Clarissa's interest in these hypothetical letters had something to do with our own situation, and with her conviction that love that did not find its expression in a letter was not perfect. In the months after we'd met, and before we'd bought the apartment, she had written me some beauties, passionately abstract in the ways our love was different from and superior to any that had ever existed. Perhaps that's the essence of a love letter, to celebrate the unique. I had tried to match her, but all that sincerity would permit me were the facts, and they seemed miraculous enough to me: a beautiful woman loved and wanted to be loved by a large, clumsy, balding fellow who could hardly believe his luck.”
― Ian McEwan, Enduring Love

“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends.
You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.”
― Cesare Pavese

“De todos modos el destino había empezado a armar su trama, a tejer su intriga, a anudar en un punto los hilos sueltos de aquello que los antiguos griegos han llamado el muthos.”
― Ricardo Piglia, Plata quemada

“¿Cuántos años y qué luchas internas habían exigido el perfeccionamiento de ese tipo de gestos de fingido desasosiego?”
― Ricardo Piglia, Plata quemada

“No matter how close we are to another person, few human relationships are as free from strife, disagreement, and frustration as is the relationship you have with a good dog. Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself. I also suspect that we cherish dogs because their unblemished souls make us wish - consciously or unconsciously - that we were as innocent as they are, and make us yearn for a place where innocence is universal and where the meanness, the betrayals, and the cruelties of this world are unknown.”
― Dean Koontz, A Big Little Life: A Memoir of a Joyful Dog

“There's pathos in this familiar routine, in the sounds of homely objects touching surfaces. And in the little sigh she makes when she turns or slightly bends our unwieldy form. It's already clear to me how much of life is forgotten even as it happens. Most of it. The unregarded present spooling away from us, the soft tumble of unremarkable thoughts, the long-neglected miracle of existence. When she's no longer twenty-eight and pregnant and beautiful, or even free, she won't remember the way she set down the spoon and the sound it made on slate, the frock she wore today, the touch of her sandal's thong between her toes, the summer's warmth, the white noise of the city beyond the house walls, a short burst of birdsong by a closed window. All gone, already.”
― Ian McEwan, Nutshell