Just Like You Quotes

“She was happy, in a bubble, and the only reason to pop it was on the grounds that bubbles were not real life. But bubbles made life tolerable, and the trick was to blow as many as possible. There were new-baby bubbles, and honeymoon bubbles, and success-at-work bubbles, and new-friends bubbles, and great-holiday bubbles, and even tiny TV-series bubbles, dinner bubbles, party bubbles. They all burst without intervention, and then it was a matter of getting through to the next one. Life hadn’t been fizzy for a while. It had been hard.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“In Lucy’s experience, these were the two genders, boys and readers. She wished there was as much gender fluidity as people seemed to think.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“Lucy understood it now. The referendum was giving groups of people who didn’t like each other, or at least failed to comprehend each other, an opportunity to fight.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“Lucy se dio cuenta de que ninguno de los dos había dicho la frase «Te quiero», y sin embargo cada uno había encontrado el modo de decirle al otro que lo quería. Parecía un buen modo de terminar.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“Pero lo que resultaba raro a su edad era que uno se pasaba la mitad del tiempo soñando con lo que podía suceder y la otra mitad intentando no pensar en eso, y en ambos casos uno se encontraba aprisionado en un periodo vital que no parecía importar demasiado, a mitad de camino entre la infancia y lo que implicara la madurez consolidada.
(...)Y tal vez eso no tuviera ningún futuro, pero era un presente, y en eso consiste la vida.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“Era feliz, estaba en una burbuja, y el único motivo para reventarla se basaba en la idea de que las burbujas no eran la vida real. Pero las burbujas hacían que la vida resultase tolerable y el truco consistía en crear cuantas más mejor. Había burbujas de hijos recién nacidos y de lunas de miel, burbujas de vacaciones fantásticas e incluso pequeñas burbujas en forma de serie de televisión, burbujas de cenas, burbujas de fiestas. Todas acababan reventando sin hacer nada para que eso sucediera, y entonces se trataba de seguir adelante hasta encontrar la siguiente. Y en su caso la vida llevaba ya un tiempo sin ser burbujeante.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“Era un calvario. Un calvario para él y un calvario para ella, y ambos calvarios se entremezclaban hasta hacerse indistinguibles: una única nube de pesar y dolor que los envolvía en una acera oscura y húmeda que apestaba a vómito. Lucy tenía que largarse de allí y arreglárselas como fuera para quitarse de encima su propia nube de pesar, porque de otro modo ambos serían incapaces de seguir adelante.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“There were no more hurdles. Now all they had to do was walk, and see how far they could get.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“conversation was not something imposed from above, like an examination. It was more like a sofa that worked out the shape of your arse and adjusted accordingly,”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“He thinks that if we leave the E.U. he’s going to be earning a lot more.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“It was April, so the referendum was still weeks away. He was probably going to vote to leave, like his dad, but he couldn’t see that it would make much difference to his life one way or the other. There’d still be meat, leisure centres, kids, football.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“He still wanted his community to be the place where he lived, a community which contained old white women, young Muslim men, Lithuanian kids, mixed-race girls, Asian parents,”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“On the whole, though, the guests at the party preferred the narrative about lies, fear, stupidity and racism. They had lost an argument, and they never lost arguments. They were confused and angry.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“She understood Paul from the inside out, two kids, nine or ten parents’ evenings, eleven or twelve Christmases, eight or nine holidays in France, five seasons of The Wire, however many hundred fucks and takeaways. (Could it be thousands? Four figures if you added the fucks and the takeaways together, probably, although there was no earthly reason why you would.)”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“Als je hem voor de Nacht Zonder Jazz zou hebben gevraagd waar hij gelukkig van werd, dan zou hij niet goed hebben begrepen hoe relevant die vraag was. Nu wist hij het antwoord: naar bed gaan met Lucy, eten bij Lucy, tv-kijken met Lucy. En misschien zat daar geen toekomst in, maar het was het heden, en daar bestaat het leven uit.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You

“But is it enough?” Lucy kept asking herself. “Enough for what?” she answered. The answer always came quickly too, as if she wanted to shut down all doubts. She was happy, in a bubble, and the only reason to pop it was on the grounds that bubbles were not real life. But bubbles made life tolerable, and the trick was to blow as many as possible. There were new-baby bubbles, and honeymoon bubbles, and success-at-work bubbles, and new-friends bubbles, and great-holiday bubbles, and even tiny T.V.-series bubbles, dinner bubbles, party bubbles. They all burst without intervention, and then it was a matter of getting through to the next one. Life hadn’t been fizzy for a while. It had been hard.”
― Nick Hornby, Just Like You