M-am gandit ca ar fi dragut ca pe parcurs ce citim o carte sa postam citatele din cartea respectiva care ne-au atras atentia, care ne-au placut, amuzat, impresionat sau chiar mai mult de atat.
Daca un membru nu citeste in momentul respectiv nimic, poate cita anumite pasaje din carti pe care le-a terminat deja. Nu mai mult de trei carti per post si incercati sa nu fie chiar o postare cat pomelnicul din Postul Pastelui. Puteti reveni asupra cartilor mai incolo.
Ender's Shadow
Orson Scott Card
"On the contrary, I am old enough now to have all the memories of my people locked within my head. I remember things that happened long before I was born. I remember things that never happened at all. I live in memory" - Anton to Sister Carlotta
"The enemy's gate is down..."
Hitch Hiker's guide to Galaxy
Douglas Adams
"Mr. L. Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based life form descended from an ape. More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council. Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male-descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled with his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, so the only vestiges left in Mr. L. Prosser of a mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about a tum and a predilection for little fur hats."
" 'But the plans were on display...'
'On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.'
'That's the display department.'
'With a torch.'
'Ah, well the lights had probably gone.'
'So had the stairs.'
'But look, you found the notice didn't you?'
'Yes', said Arthur, 'yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard.' - Arthur to Prosser
Oh, well, let me see. De regula nu retin citatele, si ... de fiecare data ( DE FIECARE DATĂ ) imi zic ca le voi nota in momentul in care le voi intalni in carte; ca voi nota pasajele care imi plac, pentru a fi sigura ca nu le voi uita. Desigur, niciodata nu fac asta.
Anyway, I have some that I remember, hopefully.
Looking for Alaska, John Green
*Pudge's thoughts: I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain I was drizzle and she hurricane.
*The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive
*Thomas Edison's last words were 'It's very beautiful over there'. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.
*Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.
Nunta in Cer, Mircea Eliade Femeia ne invita intotdeauna s-o privim asa cum vrea ea...
Eat pray love, Elizabeth Gilbert I know I'm not some extraordinary beauty but I can't stop loving myself so much.
The Godfather, Mario Puzo
Don Corleone / and after that Michael Corleone as well: I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse.
Tocmai am terminat de citit 'Hitch hiker's guide to Galaxy' selectand pe parcurs cateva fraze. Those I deemed to be worthy of remembering.
Hitch Hiker's guide to Galaxy
Douglas Adams
"Into the interior of the planet! An underground passage. The force of the whale's impact cracked it open, and that's where we have to go. Where no man has trod these five million years, into the very depths of time itself... "
"Life", said Marvin dolefully, "you can loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it."
"There are of course many problems connected to life, of which some of the most popular are Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of their intervening time wearing digital watches? "
" 'Simple. I got very bored and depressed, so I went and plugged myself in to its external computer feed. I talked to the computer at great length and explained my view of the Universe to it', said Marvin.
'And what happened?', pressed Ford.
'It committed suicide', said Marvin and stalked off back to the Heart of Gold."
After reading The picture of Dorian Gray, I wrote down some of the phrases I really liked. Desi au fost o multime de replici care m-au fascinat, doar pe unele le-am notat, fiind oarecum absorbita de carte si fiindu-mi putin lene sa le extrag pe toate, le-am luat doar pe acelea care mi-au placut cel mai mult, I suppose.
Lord Henry's lines:
„Never marry at all, Dorian. Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed."
Mi s-a parut foarte interesanta bucatica asta, as much as it also can be true, I guess.
But you should not say the greatest romance of your life. You should say the first romance of your life. You will always be loved, and you will always be in love with love."
Fiindu-i aproape caracteristica doar lui Dorian, m-a fascinat, mai ales aluzia "you will always be loved" - cred ca se referea in special la frumusetea lui Dorian. Or so I can suppose.
When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy."
Tremendously true, I thought.
"The one charm of the past is that it is the past."
Si fie ca umbrele trecutului sa nu ne fie calauze in prezent. Gosh, e o chestie mult prea intalnita, I can say, dar tot mi-a placut la nebunie.
"Women love us for out defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our intellects. "
Ceea ce mi-a placut aici a fost adevarul cuvintelor lui Lord Henry, a woman in love is absolutely blind, lol. And it's so true and kind of... lovely, in a odd way.
"Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved."
Favoritul meu din favorite, I can say. Pentru adevarul frazei si pentru intensitatea cuvintelor, huh.
Lady Gladys's lines.
"Women rule the world. I assure you we can't bear mediocrities."
Cam generalizat, dar mi-a placut.
" We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes, if you ever love at all."
Mi-a placut duritatea cu care a spus cuvintele astea la momentul respectiv * laughs* it was a really nice reply.
"Inteligenta inseamna adaptare."
"Nu ideile in sine sunt interesante, ci oamenii care le poarta si le traiesc."
"Loviti, oamenii se intuneca, ceva strain pune stapanire pe ei, le spulbera frumusetea privirii, le ia surasul, le chirceste sufletul si le desfigureaza chipul."
"Tineretea ne da adesea aceasta stare de spirit de jubilatiune nemotivata si putin profunda."
Codul lui Da Vinci - Dan Brown
"Ceea ce conteaza cu adevarat este ceea ce crezi tu."
"De ce exista divin si omenesc? Un om nu poate fi divin?"
"Sfera care a cazut din cer si l-a inspirat pe Newton. Inspiratia care a starnit mania bisericii pana in ziua mortii lui. M-Ă-R-U-L. Marul."
Liviu Rebreanu
"Uneori simt cu mare luciditate cum mi se scurge in picaturi lente sangele si viata ca sa se transforme in alta viata si alt sange, sa se transfigureze in oameni noi si intr-un univers nou. De multe ori ostenit, extenuat, as vrea sa ma smulg din framantarea asta singuratica, sa beneficiez de bucuriile marunte, banale, dar bucurii ale vietii care trece in ritm din ce in ce mai vertiginos.[...] In fond, poate ca lumea imaginatiei e mai aproape de esenta realitatii decat lumea cea palpabila a realitatii aparente."
„Un pesimist este cineva care, atunci cand trebuie sa aleaga dintre doua rele, le alege pe amandoua."
„Am gusturi simple. Ma multumesc cu ce-i mai bun."
„Sa iti traiesti viata este ceva foarte rar. Majoritatea oamenilor doar exista."
„Crima reprezinta pentru unii ceea ce reprezinta arta pentru noi. O metoda de a dobandi senzatii extraordinare."
„Cine, fiind iubit, este sarac?"
XoXo, Mad Hatter.
Uberwald/ Lorien@edit: Poate ai vrea, mataluta, sa observi ca suntem la sectiunea Carti si sa dai citate corespunzatoare.
Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
Christopher Moore
Josh: "Where do you think this guy is leading us? "
Biff: "Probably somewhere where he can murder and kill us."
Josh: "Yeah, at least one of those."
"It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs."
Josh: "John's followers will be like babes in the wilderness."
Nathanial: "Thirsty? "
Peter: "Hungry? "
Thomas: "Horny? "
Biff: "No you dumb fucks! Lost! They’ll be lost! Geez…"
"I'm thinking of being a professional mourner. How hard can it be? Tear at your hair, sing a dirge or two, take the rest of the week off."
Catcher in the rye ( JD Salinger ) "œWho wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. "œ
"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around--nobody big, I mean--except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff--I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."
„It's hopeless, anyway. If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn't rub out even half the "Fuck you" signs in the world. It's impossible."
„That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under your nose."
"I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it'll say "Holden Caulfield" on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it'll say "Fuck you." I'm positive, in fact."
'The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.'"
(its like a quote in quote lol, its actually a quote by a psychoanalyst named Wilhelm Stekel that i found in this certain book and i liked )
Joia dulce ( John Steinbeck ) Poate ca ce vreau eu nu exista, dar cred atat de mult in asta incat trebuie sa existe. Vreau sa fie un om adevarat, si chiar daca este aspru vreau sa aiba intotdeauna o portita deschisa spre inima lui. Vreau sa nu aiba incredere in nimeni, ci numai in mine. Mai vreau sa aiba nevoie de mine. Trebuie sa fie un barbat care, daca nu ma are pe mine, nu are nimic. Si-ti jur ca, daca ma are pe mine, va avea totul.
( Actually this is a Suzy's line )
„Aveam, in sfarsit, parte de viata reala, cu inima la adapost si condamnat sa mor de dragoste adevarata in agonia fericita a oricarei zile dupa ce aveam sa implinesc o suta de ani."
„Un prieten adevarat te prinde de mana si iti atinge inima."
„Memoria inimii evita amintirile dezagreabile, exaltandu-le numai pe cele placute, artificiu gratie caruia reusim sa ne suportam trecutul."
„In fiecare minut in care inchid ochii, pierd 60 de secunde de lumina."
„Nu plange pentru ca s-a terminat, zambeste pentru ca s-a petrecut."
„Doar pentru ca cineva nu te iubeste asa cum vrei tu, nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste cu toata fiinta sa."
„Nu te iubesc pentru ceea ce esti, ci pentru ceea ce sunt atunci cand sunt cu tine."
Agatha Christie.
„An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her."
„But surely for everything you have to love you have to pay some price."
„Curious things, habits. People themselves never knew they had them."
„Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend."
„Everything that has existed, lingers in the Eternity."
„Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human."
„It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story."
Notre Dame de Paris, Victor Hugo nu pun citatele in franceza aiurea, ci pentru ca citesc cartea in lb. franceza and lol isi pierd frumusetea daca stau acum sa le traduc.
Le temps est aveugle, l'homme est stupide. ( era un citat in latina pe care l-a tradus asa Monsieur Victor Hugo, i've no idea who said it though, i wasn't paying attention to that sort of a detail, my bad )
- Et tu me jures que tu ne lui as pas touche?
- A qui? dit Gringoire, e la chevre?
- Non, e cette femme.
- A ma femme! Je vous jure que non.
( discutie intre Gringoire si Claude Frollo
- Oh miserable! Qui etes-vous? Que vous ai-je fait? Vous me haissez donc bien? Helas! Qu'avez-vous contre moi?
- Je t'aime! cria le pretre
( ... ) Elle le regarda avec un regard d'idiot. Lui etait tombe e genoux et la couvait d'un oeil de flamme.
- Entends-tu? Je t'aime! cria-t-il encore.
- Quel amour! Dit la malhereuse en fremissant.
Il reprit: - L'amour d'un damne.
( Claude Frollo si La Esmeralda )
Un jour, j'etais appuye e la fentre de ma cellule... - Quel livre lisais-je donc? Oh! Tout cela est un turbillion dans ma tete. - Je lisais. La fenetre donnait sur une place. J'entends un bruit de tambour et de musique: Fache d'etre ainsi trouble dans ma reverie, jre regarde dans la place. Ce que je vis, il y en avait d'autres que moi qui le voyaient, et pourtant ce n'etait pas un spectacle fait pour les yuex humains. Le au milieu du pave, - il etait midi, - un grand soleil, une creature dansait (...) Helas! Jeune fille, c'etait toi. Surpris, envire, charme, je me laissai aller e te regarder. Je te regarderai tant que tout e coup je frisonnai d'epouvante, je sentis que le sort me saissait.
Tout e coup, tu te mis e chanter. Que pouvais je faire, miserable? Ton chant etait plus charmant encore que ta danse.
Oui, e dater de ce jour il y est en moi un homme que je ne connaissais pas (...) Sais-tu, jeune fille, ce que je voyais toujours desormais entre le livre et moi? Toi, ton ombre, l'image de l'apparition lumineuse qui avait un jour traverse l'espace devant moi.
Je te cherchai. Je te revis. Malheur! Quand je tes vue deux fois; je voulus te voir mille, je voulus te voir toujours.
( Claude Frollo to La Esmeralda )
Si tu savais ce que c'est mon amour pour toi! c'est du fou, du plomb fondu, mille conteaux dans mon coeur
( Claude Frollo)
Il faut mourir, la belle, ou etre moi! etre au pretre! etre e l'apostat! etre e l'asassin! des cette nuit, entends-tu cela? allons! de la joie! allons! baise-moi, folle! La tombe ou mon lit!
( Claude Frollo)
Je te dis que je suis e mon Phoebus, que c'est Phoebus que j'aime, que c'est Phoebus qui est beau! Toi, pretre, tu es vieux! Tu es laid!
( La Esmeralda)
„Pentru un mort, cea dintai noapte in cimintir e ceva groaznic, inspaimantator. Dupa asta se obisnuieste incetul cu incetul."
„E o crima ingrozitoare sa sugrumi atat de brutal cei dintai fiori ai dragostei ce rasar in sufletul unui adolescent."
„Nasterea mea n-a adus nici cel mai mic castig universului. Moartea mea nu-i va micsora nici imensitatea, nici splendoarea. Nimeni n-a putut vreodata sa-mi explice de ce am venit, de ce voi pleca."
„N-avem dusmani mai inversunati ca propriile noastre slabiciuni."
„E asa de greu sa pui simtirea in vorbe..."
„Omul a ramas o fiinta necunoscuta oamenilor."
La Medeleni de Ionel Teodoreanu;
„E om cel care, succesiv, plange, ricaneaza, e cinic, e duios, e sceptic, e credul, e prost, e destept."
Accidentul de Mihail Sebastian;
„Iata! E inutil sa fugi de singurul gand care te urmareste; e inutil sa cauti uitarea in mici jocuri imbecile. Pana la urma va trebui sa-l privesti in fata, sa-l accepti."
22 stories ( uncollected stories ) by J.D. Salinger
The hang of it "What's your name, Bud? " asked the sarge.
"Bobby. Bobby Pettit."
"Well, Bobby Pettit," said the sarge, "I'll just call ya Bobby. I always call them by their first names. And they all call me Mother. Just like they was at home
The heart of a broken story I think love is a touch and yet not a touch.
I suppose it's important to a woman that other people think of her as the wife of a man who is either rich, handsome, witty or popular. I'm not even popular. I'm not even hated. I'm just--I'm just"”Justin Horgenschlag.
In a boy-meets-girl story, the boy should always meet the girl.
Both parties concerned "Wake me when it thunders, Ruthie. Please. It's okay. I mean, wake me when it thunders." That made her cry harder. Funny kid. But she wakes me now, that's what I mean. It's okay with me. I mean it's okay with me. I mean I don't care if it thunders every night.
Last day of the last furlough When I just see the handwriting on the envelope of Frances' letters - the silly, affected handwriting - I'm the happiest guy in the world.
Elaine "I'm going to high school next week. George Washington High."
"That's co-ed, isn't it? " Monny said.
"No. Boys and girls," Elaine informed her.
A girl I knew Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn't necessarily affect the transformation. She was there, and she was the whole city, and that"™s that.
A man can't go along indefinitely carrying around in his pocket a key that doesn't fit anything.
- O vrei sau nu?
- Hai s-o bem noi acum. Lasa-l pe el in pace.
- Aha, un progres.
- Niciun progres. Am mare nevoie de o bautura serioasa.
- Douazeci de ani. Pe vremea cand aveam douazeci de ani...
- Da, bun, de ce nu sparlesti un gramofon intr-o zi. Apropo, cred ca asta se cheama jaf.
- Tara mea m-a invatat tot ce stiu. Asta am facut pentru ea cat a durat razboiul.
Madox se ingrijora, gandindu-seca devenise predispus la accidente. Ea surase sarcastic, in tacere, la slabiciunea explicatiei lui. Poate e varsta, poate are nevoie de o chelari, spuse sotul ei, dandu-i un cot lui Madox. Poate-i vreo femeie pe care a cunoscut-o, spuse ea. Uite, semnul ala nu seamana cu zgarietura sau muscatura unei femei?
Un scorpion, spuse el, Androctonus australis.
Jumatate din vreme nu pot sa traiesc fara sa te ating. In restul timpului simt ca nu conteaza daca te mai vad sau nu vreodata. Nu este vorba de moralitaate ci despre cat poti duce.
Ea sta pe pat, imbratisandu-i goliciunea. El isi trece palma deschisa peste sudoarea umarului ei. Este umarul meu, gandeste, nu al sotului ei, acesta este umarul meu.
-Cred ca ai devenit inuman, mi-a spus.
- Nu sunt singurul tradator.
- Nu cred ca iti pasa ca un asemenea lucru s-a petrecut printre noi. Aluneci peste toate cu ura si teama ta de a poseda, de a fi posedat, de a purta un nume. Tu crezi ca asta e o virtute. Eu cred ca esti inuman. Daca eu te parasesc, la cine ai sa te duci? Ai sa-ti gasesti o alta amanta?
N-am spus nimic.
- Spune ca nu, fir-ar sa fii!
De acum inainte, ori ne gasim sufletele, ori ni le pierdem.
- Cine povestea, mai inainte?
- Moartea inseamna sa treci la persoana a treia.
Mi-a placut cartea, I suppose, desi nu in mod exceptional, like a masterpiece. It was a nice book, I really enjoyed it . And those are some really nice quotes.
Am citit si eu in sfarsit Ultima noapte de dragoste, intaia noapte de razboi de Camil Petrescu. Si mi-a placut. xD
"Ma cuprindea o nesfarsita tristete vazand ca nici femeia asta, pe care o credeam aproape sulfet din sufletul meu, nu intelegea ca poti sa lupti cu indarjire si fara crutare pentru triumful unei idei, dar in acelasi timp sa-ti fie sila sa te framanti pentru o suma, fie ea oricat de mare, sa lovesti aprig cu coatele."
"Se pot desparti asa usor doi amanti? Un bandaj aplicat prea multe zile pe o rana si se lipeste pe ea de nu-l poti desface decat cu suferinte de neindurat... dar doua suflete care s-au impletit... au crescut apoi laolata? "
"Femeia inseala numai pe cel pe care-l iubeste, pe ceilalti ii paraseste pur si simplu."
"Iubesti mai intai din mila, din indatorire, din duiosie, iubesti pentru ca stii ca asta o face fericita."
"Daca vrei sa cunosti linistit frumusetea unei femei, trebuie neaparat sa o faci sa sufere; numai suferinta o infrumuseteaza, asa cum numai cand simt umbra mortii canta sublim lebedele."
"O iubire care nu este eterna, nu este nimic."
"Cei inteligenti si sensibili au intotdeauna momente de indoiala."
Din Invitatie la vals de Mihail Drumes, mi-am ales cateva citate, zic eu, deosebite:
"In orice caz numai dragostea si creatia fac viata vrednica de a fi traita si, totodata, de a fi parasita fara regret."
"Nu lasa pasiunea sa se urce la creier si sa-ti ia mintile. Reteaz-o inca de la inima. Cine rationeaza in iubire e stapanul celuilalt. Cel mai sanatos lucru e sa te consideri satisfacut cu prima faza a legaturii, care de altfel e primavara dragostei. Acolo salasluieste fericirea. Dupa ce ai gustat din mierea ei, ce mai astepti? Paradisul n-are numai un sarpe, ci mai multi. Vrei sa te muste sarpele geloziei, al infidelitatii sau al abandonarii? Veninul lor e rau, cateodata chiar mortal. Du-te si cauta alta femeie, ia-o mereu de la inceput. Nu sorbi prea insetat din fericire, caci fericirea e insatiabila ca apa sarata a naufragiatului: cu cat bei, cu atat iti creste setea. O fericire egala e plictisitoare sau mai bine zis nu e fericire."
"Inima unei femei nu se topeste chiar daca ai arunca-o la cuptoarele soarelui, o lacrima insa o inmoaie."
Si din Interviu cu un vampir de Anne. Rice:
"Stai linistit. Acum o sa te secatuiesc pana te voi aduce in pragul mortii si vreau sa fie liniste, atata liniste, incat sa-ti auzi sangele patrunzand in venele mele. Constiinta, vointa ta, trebuie sa te tina in viata. Am incercat sa ma zbat, dar degetele lui apasau atat de tare, incat tot trupul mi se afla sub puterea lui; de cum am incetat sa mai incerc sa ma razvratesc, si-a infipt coltii in gatul meu."
Finaly, Contele de Monte-Cristo de Alexandre Dumas tatal:
"Poarta-ti in suflet durerea asa cum norul poarta in el ruina si moartea, ca pe o taina pe care n-o intelegi decat in clipa cand izbucneste furtuna..."
"Ce este moartea? O treapta mai mult in liniste si poate doua trepte in tacere..."
Cand o sa termin Strainul din oglinda de Sidney Sheldon o sa insir cateva si de aici. ^^
I'm just interested in finding our what the hell goes. I mean, do you have to be a goddam bohemian type or dead, for Chrissake, to be a real poet? What do you want - some bastard with wavy hair?
You know, I'm the only one in this family who has no problem, Zooey said. And do you know why? Because any time I'm feeling blue, or puzzled, what I do, I just invite a few people to come visit me in the bathroom, and - well, we iron things out together, that's all.
I like to rite the trains too much. You never get to sit next tot eh window anymore when you're married.
You listening to this? You fat old Druid? he inquired. Or are you just staring at my gorgeous face?
'Why's it so sunny?' she repeated.
Zooey observed her rather narrowly 'I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy.'
Yes, I'm finished! My gosh, what a family. You take your life in your hands if you just blow your nose.
He said that a man should be able to lie at the bottom of a hill with his throat cut, slowly bleeding to death, and if a pretty girl or an old woman should pass by with a beautiful jug balanced perfectly on the top of her head, he should be able to raise himself up on one arm and see the jug safely on the top of the hill.
He says the only people he ever really wants to meet for a drinking somewhere are all either dead or unavailable.
Studierea omenirii depaseste fortele omului. Numai nebunii o incearca.
Mi-ai cerut sfatul si eu ti l-am dat. Care dintre noi a fost idiotul cel mai mare n-are rost sa discutam.
Natura nu a fost facuta pentru a fi schimbata.
Numai oamenii care nu au cunoscut suferinta pot sa citeasca despre ea.
Cand un barbat iubeste o femeie, iar aceasta nu se poate hotari daca il iubeste sau nu, numim aceasta complicatie comedie. Acolo unde femeia este prinsa serios, rezultatul este in general tragedie.
Traia odata un barbat, iar o femeie il iubea.
Nenorocirea unui om este sansa altuia.
Femeile vicioase au putine vicii.
Egoismul este pur si simplu un alt nume dat vointei.
„Soarele nu numai ca nu invinge intunericul, dar mareste pana la suferinta aspiratia nocturna a sufletului. De ne"‘ar servi azurul de pat si soarele de perna, sfarseala voluptuoasa ar chema noaptea spre a"‘si indestula nevoia de oboseala vasta."
„Omul e un animal care se vede traind."
„In biserici ma gandesc adesea ce lucru mare ar fi religia daca n-ar fi credinciosii, ci numai nelinistea religioasa a lui Dumnezeu, de care ne vorbeste orga."
„Adevarul este o eroare exilata in eternitate."
„Boala este modul in care moartea iubeste viata, iar individul teatrul acestei slabiciuni."
„Ce mi-as scrie in dreptul inimii? Se prea poate ca: nefericire."
Cel mai iubit dintre pamanteni
"Se poate oare muri cu gandul ca viata ta a fost un lung sir de esecuri?" Jar
Gelozia e sentimentul care te face ridicol si te injoseste. Gelozia este umbra iubirii.
"Iubirea adevarata infrunta lumea, e generoasa si mandra. Nicio placere in iubire nu se poate compara cu afisarea ei in fata oamenilor. Numai iubirea vinovata se ascunde."
"Iubirea nu este un targ: te iubesc pentru ca ma iubesti. Iubirea este o certitudine: te iubesc pentru ca te iubesc."
"Imbratisarea e un preludiu care trezeste simturile. In public, imbratisarea isi pierde vraja si devine un act conventional ca si strangerea mainii."
"Nimic nu este mai putin logic ca viata."
Mizerabilii
"Diamantele se gasesc decat in vagaunele intunecate ale pamantului, iar adevarurile nu se gasesc decat in adancurile cugetarii".
Idiotul, F.M. Dostoievki
( citate care nici nu stiu de ce m-au amuzat pe moment, dar iata-le, inca ma amuza )
- Si cum, ii duce la spanzuratoare?
- Nu, in Franta li se reteaza capul.
Omul acesta cred ca are cu totul alta privire cand e singu si probabil nici nu rade vreodata.
( cred ca era vorba de Ganea )
Ma rog, aristocrat, milionar, idiot - toate calitatile la un loc! Un astfel de barbat, nu gasesti chiar de ai cauta cu lumanarea, si nici dupa comanda nu ti-l confectioneaza nimeni!
( De Miskin era vorba, ofc )
Cum sa uiti o femeie, Dan Lungu
- Freaca banii pe toate panaramele, in loc sa-si faca un rost in viata. Cred ca are creierul tapetat cu folfoloance, ca numai la asta se gandeste.
O furnica plostita de ploaie ajunse in mod misterios pe glaful interior al ferestrei. Incearca sa o culeaga si, din neatentie, o strivi. O simti paraind intre degete. Nu voise decat sa vada cum arata o furnica uda. Cumva, ii parea rau. Scapase de ploaie, saraca si daduse peste un nesimtit ca el. Chiar ii parea rau. O baga intr-un buzunar, fara un scop precis.
Acolo, sub teasta, in loc de ghemur ganditor, avusesem candva un climax chelios si dolofan.
Iar Marga aruncase un pumn de sare.
Din strada, parcul isi recapata farmecul si pacea. Ii trecu prin minte ca, probabil, si iadul pare de departe rai.
Cred ca la sfarsit am avut nesimtirea sa-i spun ca nici nu stie ce pierde.
Ea, femeia artificiala, venise sa le smulga un secret pamantenilor. Fiinda trebuie sa poarte un nume, i s-a spus Marga.
( aici era un intreg paragraf care mi-a placut, dar mi-a fost lene sa il extrag, era imens, totusi... oricum era o intreaga idee despre Marga-extraterestra... care mi-a placut si m-a facut sa rad la extrem, eu imi amintesc de intreaga faza cu citatul asta )
Coborara in parcarea din spatele blocului, unde masina lui Set, o Dacia 1300, de pe vremea primului zbor pe Luna, ruginea calma.
- Alo, ce faceti voi acolo? interveni prezbitierul.
- Ne jucam de-a Biblia, nenea Set, raspunse promt cel cu sabia intreaga.
Pe Andi il pufni rasul.
- Jucati-va de-a ce vreti, numai nu va omorati unul pe altul, ca nu-i frumos.
( aici era iar o intreaga etapa prin care doi pusti voiau sa se joace de Cain si Abel si prezbitierul era "usor socat" facand aluzie tocmai la faptul ca un pusti zicea "Eu sunt Cain si te omor pe tine" sau ceva asemanator. a fost tare funny )
In opinia lui, cat timp omul nu-L descopera pe Dumnezeu, traieste intr-o lume a lui eu, foarte saraca in pronume. Traieste singur si trufas. Tu, el, noi, voi, el aproape nu exista, sunt niste spectre fara personalitate, insignificanti servitori ai lui eu. Asa se face ca un astfel de om nu se poate vedea ca pe el si nu poate interactiona cu tu. E stapan pe o insula pustie. Abia cand il descopera pe El cu E mare celelalte pronume devin posibile, insula se populeaza, incepe sa creasca iarba si sa cante pasarile.
Brusc, pe strazi au inceput sa apara si femeile. In fuste, rochii sau jeansi, serioase sau razand in hohote. Sleampete sau aranjate. Fragede sau vestejite, timide sau provocatoare. Oare unde fusesera pana atunci?
(...) glumeste tot timpul, dar niciodata nu stii cand glumeste cu adevarat.
Daca as stii sa fac mamaliga, ar fi cu totul altceva. As aplica metoda lui Brancusi, care sucea capetele muierilor cu mamaliga si sampanie. Dar eu nu stiu sa fac decat cartofi prajiti.
08-04-2011 12:46 AM - come on, i need to new-post.
Focul rece, Alexei Rudeanu
Dar despre asta sa nu vorbim! Nu fiindca eu as fi spanzuratul si ne-am apuca sa trancanim despre funie in casa mea.
Singura carte de vizita pe care merita s-o primesti din mana unei necunoscute sau a unui necunoscut, ar trebui sa fie copilaria.
-Nu-mi place sa car valize. Mai bine saci.
- Totuna e. Ambalajul nu conteaza.
- mi-a placut intreaga "teorie" redata acolo, lol, despre sacii aia plini cu... viata si activitatile de pe parcursul vietii si... well, sacii reprezentau, de fapt, "trecutul" which was so friggin' cool. I liked the idea.
In ziua in care mi-a scris "Iti doresc sanatate" - aveam 31 de saci si-l umpleam pe al 32-lea. Mai mult de un sac pe an nu izbutisem sa-mi agonisesc. In al 32-lea trebuie sa marturisesc ca era o dezordine de nedescris: intrase Greierele in el si nu statea locului toata noaptea. Cum sacii mi-i tin sub pat, va dati seama ca auzeam perfect orice fosnet.
- Contractez o casa pe strada Petre Moruzzi.
- Daca stiam, nu-ti semnam. Mi s-a parut ca esti normal.
Daca as spune ca aratam tot atat de preocupati ca unii care cautau potcoave de cai morti - ar fi ca si cum nu as spune nimic.
( ... ) nimic nu exista mai bun decat si scrii o carte cand vrei sa scapi de propria-ti mizerie.
Vampirul Lestat: Asta e, ce sa fac: sunt un monstru chipes.
Adevarul e ca numai sufletul omenesc este in stare sa tinda spre perfectiune peste secole, doar oamenii invata din faptele trecutului cum sa iubeasca si cum sa ierte.
Vampirul Lestat: Iar eu sunt tot diavolul de atunci, tanarul care se doreste in luminile rampei, unde sa fiu vazut cat mai bine, poate si indragit. Una nu-mi e destul fara cealalta. Iar eu tin atat de mult sa amuz, sa incant, sa fac asa, incat sa mi se ierte toate pacatele...
Interviu cu un Vampir : Anne Rice.
Ce inseamna sa mori cand poti trai pana la sfarsitul lumii? Si ce altceva este "sfarsitul lumii" decat o expresie, pentru ca, cine stie macar ce e lumea insasi?
Esti ca un adult care, privind spre copilarie, isi da seama ca n-a apreciat-o niciodata. Nu poti, ca barbat, sa te intorci la gradinita ca sa te joci si sa ceri dragoste si grija numai pentru ca acum le cunosti valoarea.
Mintea imi spunea: "dormi". Dar si mai profund, imi spunea: "viseaza".
Abia cand am devenit vampir am respectat pentru prima oara tot ce inseamna viata. Pana atunci nu vazusem nici o fiinta omeneasca vie, pulsand; n-am stiut ce e viata decat cand aceasta a tasnit ca un suvoi pe buzele si mainile mele!
[...]Dar nici unul dintre noi nu l-a prins inainte ca el sa-si goleasca arma in sicriu; dupa a ramas acolo strigand: "O singura moarte nu-i de ajuns pentru tradatori.
[...]
-Nu doriti sa-l ducem inapoi si sa-l curatam? a intrebat unul dintre ei.
-Nu,i-am raspuns. Ne ducem direct la cimitir.
-Dar arata cumplit, a protestat el.
-Nu mai conteaza, acum, am spus. Sunt sigura ca Dumnezeu va recunoaste figura.
My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands-Chelsea Handler
"At some point during almost every romantic comedy, the female lead suddenly trips and falls, stumbling helplessly over something ridiculous like a leaf, and then some Matthew McConaughey type either whips around the corner just in the nick of time to save her or is clumsily pulled down along with her. That event predictably leads to the magical moment of their first kiss. Please. I fall ALL the time. You know who comes and gets me? The bouncer."
"My mother told me that life isn't always about pleasing yourself and that sometimes you have to do things for the sole benefit of another human being. I completely agreed with her, but reminded her that that was what blow jobs were for."
"Have you ever experienced a pain so sharp in your heart that it's all you can do to take a breath? It's a pain you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy; you wouldn't want to pass it on to anyone else for fear he or she might not be able to bear it. It's the pain of being betrayed by a person with whom you've fallen in love. It's not as serious as death, but it feels a whole lot like it, and as I've come to learn, pain is pain any way you slice it."
"He was all emotion all the time, constantly talking about his feelings and his profound love for her. He was minutes from getting his first period. He wrote poems too. It's my personal belief that if men are writing poems, they're making up for something else like a big hair back, or one ball. Not that one ball is a bad thing. Especially since I don't know any females who are dying to their their hands on a set of balls. The way I see it, the less balls, the better."
Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
Rachel Cohn & David Levithan[/u]
I move my feet, turn away from her, try to pretend she's not there, which is the biggest like I've ever not laughed at.
It does. And if I left, you'd probably want to give me my jacket back. And if you did, I wouldn't be able to put it on because the whole time I'd be knowing how perfectly it fit on you. How even thought the sleeves are ridiculously too long and the colar is all fucked up and for all I know some guy named Salvatore is going to come in this very club in two minutes and say, 'Hey, that is my jacket' and strike up a conversation and sweep you off you feet away from me - even though all those things are true or possibly true, I just can't ruin the picture of you sitting there across from me wearing my jacket better than anyone else ever could. If I don't owe it to you and I don't owe it to me, I at least owe it to Salvatore.
I look up and it's funny. Because I swear it's Tris standing over me, looking sympathetic. It's like being on one of those TV shows where the deaf mother comes back every once in a while to talk. Impossible, but right when you'll most expect her.
Other bands, it's about sex. Or pain. Or some fantasy. But The Beatles , they know what they were doing. You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?
'What?'
I Wanna Hold Your Hand', First Single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps, the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hit we sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blow job or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand.
Carlos Ruiz Zafen - The Shadow of the wind Umbra vantului
Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.
*fave quote ever <3*
Karen Marie Moning - Dreamfever
- So how did he look at me?
- Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.
John Green - Looking for Alaska
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane. ^ this is just utterly beautiful and leaves me speechless
