Quotes from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“Men throw huge shadows on the lawn, don't they? Then, all their lives, they try to run to fit the shadows. But the shadows are always longer.”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“What is Love? perhaps we may find that love is the ability of someone to give us back to us. Maybe love is someone seeing and remembering, handing us back to ourselves just a trifle better than we had dared to hope or dream...”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“The world swarms with people, each one drowning, but each swimming a different stroke to the far shore.”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“It’s not so much bad or good as strange and outré, Finn, and words like rococo, I should guess, and baroque if you go with my drift?”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“I think all of us felt,” I said, “at least once in our lives, when we were young, we could go over there, after reading the bull stuff in the Spanish stories, that we could go over there and fight. Or at least jog ahead of the running of the bulls, in the early morning, with a good drink waiting at the other end of the run, and your best girl with you there for the long weekend.” I stopped. I laughed quietly. For my voice had, without knowing, fallen into the rhythm of his way of saying, either out of his mouth, or from his hand.”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“Нито един човек не е тъй велик като своите идеи.”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“С ярката си риза и пръчка с кука на върха аз тръгвам всяка сутрин да… почиствам плажовете. Толкова много, о, толкова много човешки тела лежат там в светлината. И толкова много души се губят в мрак. Опитвам се да вървя сред всички тях, без да се… препъвам…”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“Какво е любовта? Може би ще открием, че любовта е способността на някого да ни върне към самите нас. Може би любовта е някой, който ни е виждал, помни ни и ни връща обратно на нас самите мъничко по-добри, отколкото сме дръзвали да се надяваме и мечтаем.”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“As if hypnotized, he felt his gaze rise again to the old highway which swept by with winds that smelled a billion years ago. Great bursts of headlight arrived, then cut away in departures of red taillight, like schools of small bright fish darting in the wake of sharks and blind-traveling whales. The lights sank away and were lost in the black hills. Charlie”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“His eyes took on a different color. It was a subtle shift, a flex, like a man stepping out from the shade of a tree into sunlight on a cloudy day.”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“Предполагам, че намразваш хората, когато те карат да се чувстваш оголен, искам да кажа, като ти изваждат на открито недостатъците.”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

“Искам да кажа, че не може просто да обичаш хората, Ти трябва да ги ОБИЧАШ с удивителни знаци.”
― Ray Bradbury, quote from I Sing the Body Electric! & Other Stories

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