Nancy > Nancy's Quotes

“...my house contains every useless thing in the world. it lacks only the one essential, a piece of sky like this one...”
― Marcel Proust

“It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.”
― Oscar Wilde

“...the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment..”
― Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort”
― Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”
― Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

“Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting”
― Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

“...the City is what they want it to be: thriftless, warm, scary and full of amiable strangers. No wonder they forget pebbly creeks and when they do not forget the sky completely think of it as a tiny piece of information about the time of day or night.”
― Toni Morrison, Jazz

“the hopelessness that comes from knowing too little and feeling too much (so brittle, so dry he is in danger of the reverse: feeling nothing and knowing everything)”
― Toni Morrison, Jazz

“A son ain't what a woman say. A son is what a man do.”
― Toni Morrison, Jazz

“What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want it?”
― Toni Morrison, Jazz

“La vida es demasiado breve como para vivir el número suficiente de experiencas, es necesario robarlas.”
― Enrique Vila-Matas, Extraña forma de vida

“Y me sentí un transeúnte más que un día sería un transeúnte menos”
― Enrique Vila-Matas, Extraña forma de vida

“...la pureza de quien no llegó a ser lo suficientemente impuro para saber qué cosa es la pureza.
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― Nicolás Guillén

“la vida es corta pero el día largo”
― Enrique Vila-Matas, Extraña forma de vida

“And talking about dark! You think dark is just one color, but it ain't. There're five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly. Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it don't stay still, it moves and changes from one kind of black to another. Saying something is pitch black is like saying something is green. What kind of green? Green like my bottles? Green like a grasshopper? Green like a cucumber, lettuce, or green like the sky is just before it breaks loose to storm? Well, night black is the same way. May as well be a rainbow.”
― Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

“Tú sabes cómo te digo que te quiero cuando digo: "qué calor hace", "dame agua", "¿sabes manejar?", "se hizo de noche"...Entre las gentes, a un lado de tus gentes y las mías, te he dicho "ya es tarde", y tú sabías que decía "te quiero".”
― Jaime Sabines

“¿Es que hacemos las cosas sólo para recordarlas? ¿Es que vivimos sólo para tener memoria de nuestra vida? Porque sucede que hasta la esperanza es memoria y que el deseo es el recuerdo de lo que ha de venir.”
― Jaime Sabines, Recogiendo Poemas

“Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“La muerte no se reparte como si fuera un bien.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“Vivimos rompiendo nuestro mundo a cada rato...”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo, El Llano en llamas y otros textos

“Yo sé cómo le brillaban antes los ojos como si fueran charcos alumbrados por la luna. Pero de pronto se destiñeron, se le borro la mirada como si la hubieran revolcado en la tierra.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo, El Llano en llamas y otros textos

“Pero los caminos de ella eran más largos que todos los caminos que yo habia andado en mi vida y hasta se me ocurrió que nunca terminaría de quererla.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo, El Llano en llamas y otros textos

“Y ustedes y yo y todos sabemos que el tiempo es más pesado que la más pesada carga que puede soportar el hombre.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo, El Llano en llamas y otros textos

“But when one believes in the reality of things, making them visible by artificial means is not quite the same as feeling that they are close at hand.”
― Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove

“No doubt very few people understand the purely subjective nature of the phenomenon that we call love, or how it creates, so to speak, a supplementary person, distinct from the person whom the world knows by the same name, a person most of whose constituent elements are derived from ourselves.”
― Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove

“The laborious process of causation which sooner or later will bring about every possible effect, including, consequently, those which one believed to be least possible, naturally slow at times, is rendered slower still by our desire (which in seeking to accelerate only obstructs it), by our very existence, and comes to fruition only when we have ceased to desire, and sometimes ceased to live.”
― Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove

“Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it.”
― Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove

“I was left alone there in the company of the orchids, roses and violets, which, like people waiting beside you who do not know you, preserved a silence which their individuality as living things made all the more striking, and warmed themselves in the heat of a glowing coal fire...”
― Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove

“Una civilización que niega a la muerte, acaba por negar a la vida.”
― Octavio Paz, El laberinto de la soledad / Postdata / Vuelta a "El laberinto de la soledad"