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The End of the Ocean (Climate Quartet, #2) The End of the Ocean by Maja Lunde
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“It is strange—no, surreal, surreal is the word—that I’m one of them, the old people, when I am still so completely myself through and through, the same person I have always been. Whether I am fifteen, thirty-five, or fifty, I am a constant, unchanged mass. Like the person I am in a dream, like a stone, like one-thousand-year-old ice. My age is disconnected from me. Only when I move does its existence become perceptible—then it makes itself known through all its pains, the aching knees, the stiff neck, the grumbling hip.”
Maja Lunde, The End of the Ocean
tags: age
“In the winter four hundred whales were beaches in New Zealand — they couldn’t leave because they waited for each other. The smallest whales could have managed it, at high tide they could have swum away, but they stayed, never abandoned their parents, stayed with the pod, dying with the others instead.”
Maja Lunde, The End of the Ocean
“Muistatko sateen äänen?" kysyin.
"Muistan", hän sanoin. Sitten hän mietti. "En.”
Maja Lunde, The End of the Ocean
“Pelo visto, era lindo entre eles, no início, nos primeiros anos, mas depois ficou feio. Nada é mais feio que algo que já foi lindo.”
Maja Lunde, The End of the Ocean
tags: feio, lindo
“Nothing stopped the water. You could follow it from the mountain to the fjord, from the snow that fell from the clouds and settled on the peaks, to the mist that rose above the ocean and again became clouds.”
Maja Lunde, The End of the Ocean
“Vatten har i sig ingen färg, det är omvärlden omkring som sätter sin färg på det, reflektioner från himlen, från omgivningarna
[...]
Vatten färgas av den botten det täcker.
Vatten speglar världen.”
Maja Lunde, The End of the Ocean
“Så var det hela tiden, det var hon som fattade de stora besluten, du vet, åt honom, åt mig, åt alla, hon styrde med händerna hon strök över förklädet, med sina missbelåtna suckar och uppmuntrande leeden... eller också var det inte hon heller, det kanske var förväntningarna de kände från omvärlden men i själva verket skapade själva.”
Maja Lunde, The End of the Ocean