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Bear Quotes
Bear
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Marian Engel10,788 ratings, 3.39 average rating, 2,170 reviews
Bear Quotes
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“Because what she disliked in men was not their eroticism, but their assumption that women had none. Which left women with nothing to be but housemaids.”
― Bear
― Bear
“She always attempted to be orderly, to catalogue her thoughts and feelings, so that when the awful, anarchic inner voice caught her out, her mind was stocked with efficacious replies. "What am I doing here?" could be answered with lists. She had another stock of replies to "Who the hell do you think you are, attempting to be alive?" She justified herself by saying that she was of service, that she ordered fragments of other lives.”
― Bear
― Bear
“The Canadian tradition was, she had found, on the whole genteel. Any evidence that an ancestor had performed any acts other than working and praying was usually destroyed. Families handily became respectable in retrospect but it was...hell on history.”
― Bear
― Bear
“There was something aggressive in her that always went too far. She had thrown a marcasite egg at her lover's window once, a green egg she particularly valued. She had stayed in this house too long. She had fucked the Director. She had let her breasts hang out before Homer. She had gone too far. No doubt if she had children she would neglect them”
― Bear
― Bear
“In the winter, she lived like a mole, buried deep in her office, digging among maps and manuscripts.”
― Bear
― Bear
“The world was furred with late spring snow. It was the soft, thick stuff that excites you unless you are driving or half dead, packing snow already falling in caterpillars off the greening branches.”
― Bear
― Bear
“She was trying to decide to regard the black flies as a good symptom of the liveliness of the North, a sign that nature will never capitulate, that man is red in tooth and claw but there is something that cannot be controlled by him, when a critter no larger than a fruitfly tore a hunk out of her shin through her trousers.”
― Bear
― Bear
“Ze pakte het volgende boek, schudde ermee om te zien of er een briefje in zat en sloeg het open. Trelawny’s herinneringen aan Byron en Shelley.
Ze sloeg het open en begon te lezen (want het was geen heilig exemplaar, geen zeldzaamheid, maar gedateerd Londen, 1932). Trelawny? De man die het lichaam van Shelley had verbrand en het hart had bewaard. Ja, die Trelawny. De piraat. Een reus. Ging na de dood van Shelley met Byron naar Griekenland.”
― Bear
Ze sloeg het open en begon te lezen (want het was geen heilig exemplaar, geen zeldzaamheid, maar gedateerd Londen, 1932). Trelawny? De man die het lichaam van Shelley had verbrand en het hart had bewaard. Ja, die Trelawny. De piraat. Een reus. Ging na de dood van Shelley met Byron naar Griekenland.”
― Bear
“Sin embargo, no le parecía que los escritores ni quienes compraban esos libros conocieran a los animales. Ella tampoco los conocía en absoluto. Eran criaturas. No eran humanos. Suponía que sus funciones se definían por el tamaño, la forma y la complejidad de su cerebro. Suponía también que poseían tenues, vacilantes e inarticuladas vidas psíquicas”
― Bear
― Bear
“Lou entró, molesta por perturbar aquel silencio precioso y afelpado. Puso agua a hervir, arañando nerviosamente el cazo con el cucharón. Se vistió, consciente del chasquido de sus ropas. Se calzó los zapatos y oyó el roce de los cordones al atárselos. El cuchillo de la mantequilla rascó la tostada. Removió el café con una tintineante cuchara. No todo el mundo, pensó, está hecho para convivir con el silencio”
― Bear
― Bear
“Lou había acabado ejerciendo su profesión porque le encantaba leer. Cayó en la cuenta, mientras curioseaba por las grandes estanterías, de lo poco que leía ahora. Trabajaba sobre todo con papeles indescifrables y mapas sobrescritos. En lo que a libros concernía, solo se ocupaba de su exterior. Aquí tendría tiempo para leer”
― Bear
― Bear
