The Unbearable Lightness Of Being In Aberystwyth Quotes

“The train slowed down at the approach to shrewsbury station and glided between the eleventh-century abbey and the stadium of shrewsbury town football club. Two sacred arenas where men chanted and waited for a miracle that never came.”
― Malcolm Pryce, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being In Aberystwyth

“No, the truth about love is this: if they’d missed the bus they would now be saying the same things about a person they met five minutes later on the Prom; their love was an accident; their lover just a nobody, gift-wrapped by their own imagination. There was nothing uncanny about it. They should have kept the drawbridge to their hearts closed; kept the moat free from weed.”
― Malcolm Pryce, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being In Aberystwyth

“A journey on a day that you could say was my idea of heaven.”
― Malcolm Pryce, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being In Aberystwyth

“Seventh rule of being a private eye: when faced with only two possibilities, both of which are hopeless, it doesn’t make a lot of sense to agonise over the decision.”
― Malcolm Pryce, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being In Aberystwyth

“All men, if they are honest, are scared of the dark. The arrival of light, even a glimmer under the edge of a door, lifts the spirit in a way that can’t be described, because it dates back to a time before language. Hope returns, night terrors evaporate. You smile at the childishness of it all, the demons who haunted your sleep. It was just a dream.”
― Malcolm Pryce, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being In Aberystwyth

“Those fools, the poets, compare a girl in the bloom of youth to a flower. But that’s not right; flowers are too tough. A soap bubble would be better. A thing of wonder, too fragile to exist.”
― Malcolm Pryce, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being In Aberystwyth

“Every policeman knows the truth: there is no limit to the things that people will do to other people. And every torturer knows the way to make a man betray himself. It doesn’t matter how tough he is, how many torments he can endure on his own body, he can’t endure even the whisper of evil being done to his darling.”
― Malcolm Pryce, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being In Aberystwyth