Zoo or Letters Not About Love Quotes

“Misfortune of this kind comes to many. Life is well ordered, like a nécessaire, but not all of us can find our places in it. Life tailors us for a certain person and laughs when we are drawn to someone unable to love us.
All this is simple--like postage stamps.”
― Viktor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“She is the only island for you in your life. From her there is no turning back for you. Only around her does the sea have color.”
― Victor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“Of all the contradictions, the most painful to me is that while the lips in question are busy renewing themselves, the heart is being worn to frazzle; and with it go the forgotten things, undetected.”
― Victor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“Хожу в осеннем пальто, а если бы настал мороз, то пришлось бы называть это пальто зимним.”
― Viktor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“Life is well ordered, like a 'nécessaire', but not all of us can find our places in it.”
― Victor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“In Moscow, city of pedestrians, it was the engine that drove a driver to crime. A weapon makes a man bolder. A horse turns him into a calvryman. Things make of a man whatever he makes from them. Speed requires a goal.
Things are multiplying around us--there are ten or even a hundred times more of them now than there were two hundred years ago. Mankind has them under control, but the individual does not.”
― Victor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“Sick birds don’t like to be watched.”
― Victor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“He had begun to weep in Prague not out of sentimentality, but the way windows weep in a room heated for the first time in many weeks.”
― Victor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“Сперва меня клонило к тебе, как клонит сон в вагоне голову пассажира на плечо соседа. Потом я загляделся на тебя. Знаю твой рот, твои губы. Я намотал на мысль о тебе всю свою жизнь. Я верю, что ты не чужой человек, - ну посмотри в мою сторону. Я напугал тебя своею любовью; когда, вначале, я был еще весел, я больше тебе нравился. Это от России, дорогая. У нас тяжелая походка. Но в России я был крепок , а здесь начал плакать.”
― Viktor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“No one can insult us, because we work. No one can make us ridiculous, because we know our value.”
― Victor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“A drunken soldier sobers up on his horse, but a lonely man is drunk beyond repair.”
― Victor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love

“Он в картинах не европеец, а витебец. Марк Шагал не принадлежит к "культурному миру". ... Так вот, витебские мальчишки все рисуют, как Шагал, и это ему в похвалу, он сумел быть в Париже и Питере витебцем.”
― Victor Shklovsky, Zoo or Letters Not About Love