Blood on Snow Quotes

“What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“Dán několikrát zatočil vlasy, jedním krokem se odrazil, rozmáchl se paží podél těla jako hráč bowlingu a hlavu pustil. Plachtila vzhůru s vlasy rozevlátými, ale v příliš příkrém úhlu, takže zasáhla strop, odrazila se opět na schody a kutálela se zpátky k nám s křupáním, jako když lžičkou rozbíjíte skořápku vajíčka natvrdo.
„Musím jenom pořádně zamířit,“ zamumlal Dán, hlavu zas popadl, srovnal si nohy, pro lepší soustředění zavřel oči a přitom se několikrát zhluboka nadechl. Došlo mi, že psychicky je to teď se mnou na hraně, protože jsem se málem rozesmál. Pak Dán oči otevřel, udělal dva kroky vpřed a rozmáchl se. Uvolnil úchop. Čtyři a půl kila lidské lebky vykroužily pěkný oblouk k vrcholu schodiště, dopadly na podlahu a my jsme slyšeli, jak hlava poskakuje a kutálí se chodbou.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“What is it that makes us realise we’re going to die? What is it that happens on the day when we acknowledge it isn’t just a possibility, but an unavoidable fucking fact that our life will come to an end?”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“... You can't see a person more nakedly than that, when they don't know they're being watched, studied.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“You know someone's okay if they can ignore things they can't do anything about and move on.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“And, according to that Hume guy, the fact that I had until now woken up every morning in the same body, into the same world, where what had happened had actually happened, was no guarantee that the same thing would happen again tomorrow morning.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“But it still felt as if there was a right moment, one particular second squeezed in between all the other seconds. Like with the ski pole and my father. Like in a book, when an author decides precisely when something will happen, something you know is going to happen, because the author has already said it's going to happen, but it hasn't happened yet. Because there's a proper place in a story, so you have to wait a bit, so that things can happen in the right order.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow (Vintage Crime/Black Lizard) by Jo Nesbo

“lover.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“I stared out at a world that made no sense, had no coherence, just people desperately living the life that each of us has been given, instinctively sating every sick desire, stifling our anxieties about loneliness and the death-throes that start as soon as we realise we're mortal. I knew what she meant. Was. That. It?”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“Every so often she felt scared at the strength of her own love. It was like a dammed-up stream, and she knew that there was only a tiny difference between bathing and drowning someone in love. But she wasn't worried about that any longer. Because he looked like he'd be able to receive, and not just give”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“She had got it into her head that we, her little family, would go on camping trips. Cook freshly caught trout beside a lake where the sun never set. I hope she got there with her drinking.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“She was okay. You know someone’s okay if they can ignore things they can’t do anything about and move on. Wish I was like that.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“Beauty trumps everything.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“Listen, I am someone who had chosen to earn their daily bread killing other people. I'm inclined to give people a bit of leeway when it comes to their actions and decisions.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“lamp and”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“Miluju čekání. Miluju čas od chvíle, kdy padne rozhodnutí, do chvíle, kdy se věci dají do pohybu. To jsou jediné minuty, hodiny, dny v mém pravděpodobně krátkém životě, kdy jsem někdo. Kdy jsem něčím osudem.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

“Takže když to shrneme: Nedokážu jezdit pomalu, jsem měkký jako máslo, příliš snadno se zamilovávám, když se rozčilím, ztrácím hlavu, a nejde mi matika. Sem tam jsem něco přečetl, ale nemám žádné extra znalosti, rozhodně ne žádné použitelné. A píšu pomaleji, než roste stalaktit.
K čemu proboha může teda chlap jako Daniel Hoffmann využívat člověka, jako jsem já?
Asi už jste si spočítali, že odpověď zní: Jako zabijáka.”
― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow