A Sorrow Beyond Dreams Quotes

“حاجة ماسة للبوح تصادفها أقصى درجات الصمت”
― Peter Handke, الشقاء العادي

“لا أقوى على البقاء في البيت، لذلك أتسكع في الجوار على غير هدى أو قصد. ففي هذه الآونة بتُّ أستيقظ في ساعة مُبكرة قليلا، و ساعة نهوضي من الفراش هي أصعب ما أعانيه، إذ أجدني مرغمة على الإتيان بأي شيء لكي لا أعود إلى الفراش مجددا، أصبحت لا أعرف كيف أُشغِل نفسي ولا كيف أستغل الوقت. ثمة عزلة هائلة في داخلي، ولا رغبة لي أن أخاطب أحدا من الناس. و في معظم الأحيان أشعر برغبة في تناول كأس عند المساء و لكن يتوجب عليّ أن لا أفعل لأن الشراب يبطل مفعول الدواء”
― Peter Handke, الشقاء العادي

“Horror is something perfectly natural: the mind’s emptiness. A thought is taking shape, then suddenly it notices that there is nothing more to think. Whereupon it crashes to the ground like a figure in a comic strip who suddenly realises that he has been walking on air.”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“She read newspapers, but preferred books with stories that she could compare with her own life. She read the books I was reading, first Fallada, Knut Hamsun, Dostoevsky, Maxim Gorky, then Thomas Wolfe and William Faulkner. What she said about books could not have been put into print; she merely told me what had particularly caught her attention. “I’m not like that”, she sometimes said, as though the author had written about her. To her, every book was an account of her own life, and in reading she came to life; for the first time, she came out of her shell; she learned to talk about herself; and with each book she had more ideas on the subject. Little by little, I learned something about her.”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“كنت مرغمة دوما على أن أكون قوية، أنا التي كم وددت أن أكون ضعيفة”
― Peter Handke, الشقاء العادي

“Sorrow beyond dreams.”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“No possibilities, it was all settled in advance: a bit of flirtation, a few giggles, brief bewilderment, then the alien, resigned look of a woman starting to keep house again, the first children, a bit of togetherness after the kitchen work, from the start not listened to, and in turn listening less and less, inner monologues, trouble with her legs, varicose veins, mute except for mumbling in her sleep, cancer of the womb, and finally, with death, destiny fulfilled. The girls in our town used to play a game based on the stations in a woman’s life: Tired/ Exhausted/Sick/Dying/Dead.”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“The worst thing right now would be sympathy, expressed in a word or even a glance. I would turn away or cut the sympathiser short, because I need the feeling that what I am going through is incomprehensible and incommunicable; only then does the horror seem meaningful and real. If anyone talks to me about it, the boredom comes back, and everything is unreal again. Nevertheless, for no reason at all, I sometimes tell people about my mother’s suicide, but if they dare to mention it I am furious. What I really want them to do is change the subject and tease me about something.”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“قوّة الوقائع من الطغيان بحيث أنّ المُخيلة أصبحت عزلاء”
― Peter Handke, الشقاء العادي

“Once, when I was slicing bread, my knife slipped; instantly, I remembered how in the morning she used to cut thin slices of bread and pour warm milk on them for the children.”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“أنحني لألتقط أقلّ نديفة صوف وأدقّ فتة خبز, ويدهشني أحياناً أنّ ما أمسكه بيدي لم يقع مني منذ وقتٍ طويل”
― Peter Handke, الشقاء العادي

“I can only move myself into the distance; my mother can never become for me, as I can for myself, a winged art object flying serenely through the air. She refuses to be isolated and remains unfathomable; my sentences crash in the darkness and lie scattered on the paper.”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“منسية كحصاة على الطرقات، كم أنا منسية، كم أنا منسية !”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“Bila je čovekoljubiva.”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“زن‌ها در جمع خودشان نمی‌پرسند «حالت چطور است؟» می‌پرسند «بهتری یا نه؟»”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“Only since then have I been fully aware of my mother. Before that, I kept forgetting her, at the most feeling an occasional pang when I thought about the idiocy of her life. Now she imposed herself on me, took on body and reality, and her condition was so palpable that at some moments it became a part of me.”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams

“She tried to be untidy, but her daily puttings-away had become too automatic. If only she could die! But she was afraid of death. Besides, she was too curious. “I’ve always had to be strong; I’d much rather have been
weak.”
― Peter Handke, A Sorrow Beyond Dreams