“I don't want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning.”
“Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.”
“Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.”
“Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?”
“Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow. ”
“When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know the streets so well after a number of years that in a fit of melancholy, perhaps stirred by a light snow falling ever so sorrowfully, you'll discover your legs carrying you of their own accord toward one of your favourite promontories”
“The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony.”
“For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.”
“I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour?
Colour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering – like the susurrus of the wind – from book to book and object to object for tens or thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half sours through the air with your glances.
I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted.
I do not conceal myself: For me, delicacy manifests itself neither in weakness nor in subtlety, but through determination and will. So, I draw attention to myself. I’m not afraid of other colours, shadows, crowds or even of loneliness. How wonderful it is to cover a surface that awaits me with my own victorious being! Wherever I’m spread, I see eyes shine, passions increase, eyebrows rise and heartbeats quicken. Behold how wonderful it is to live! Behold how wonderful to see. I am everywhere. Life begins with and returns to me. Have faith in what I tell you.”
“Try to discover who I am from my choice of words and colors, as attentive people like yourselves might examine footprints to catch a thief.”
“Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.”
“A letter doesn't communicate by words alone. A letter, just like a book, can be read by smelling it, touching it and fondling it. Thereby, intelligent folk will say, 'Go on then, read what the letter tells you!' whereas the dull-witted will say, 'Go on then, read what he's written!”
“I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. ”
“هل العشق يجعل الإنسان غبيّاً أم أن الأغبياء فقط يعشقون !”
“Colour is the touch of the eye,
Music to the deaf,
A word out of darkness.”
“كان خلفي زمن لا محدود حتّى قبل أن أولد , وبعد أن متّ أيضاً , زمن لا ينتهي !
لم أفكر بهذا وأنا حي .
كنت أعيش وسط ضوء بين زمنين مظلمين .”
“ المهارة ليست بقراءة المكتوب فقط ! ”
“¿Es el amor el que vuelve estúpidas a las personas o es que sólo los estúpidos se enamoran?”
“أنا تعيسة لإني لا أفهم مايقول قلبي”
“ ثمّة لحظات تمُر في حياتنا جميعاً نُدرك عند حدوثها أننا سنقضي فترة طويلة جداً دون أن ننساها ”
“الشعرُ شقيق الرسم ، و اللون شقيق الكلمة .”
“Let me first state forthright that contrary to what we've often read in books and heard from preachers, when you are a woman, you don't feel like the Devil. ”
“...The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion; if you want to live in the paradise where happy mares and stallion live, open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony.”
“...it seemed to me that the entire world was like a palace with countless rooms whose doors opened into one another. We were able to pass from one room to the next only by exercising out memories and imaginations, but most of us, in our laziness, rarely exercised these capacities, and forever remained in the same room”
“الموت ليس نهاية كل شيء , وهذا مؤكد , ولكنه مؤلم إلى حدّ لا يمكن تصوّره , وتحمّل هذا الألم غير المحدود صعب إلى حدّ أن جزءاً من عقلي يرى مخرجه الوحيد نسيان هذا الأمر والإندفاع بقوة نحو نوم هانئ .”
“شعرت بدفء في داخلي و أنا أعمل , كما شعرت أنني من عباد الله الصالحين . ثمّ دعوت إلى الله مطوّلاً لكي لا يحرمني شعور الصلاح هذا .”
“Are you an angel that approaching you should be so terrifying?”
“قبلا فکر میکردم که اگه دو نفر به هم همیشه راست بگن ،یعنی عین حقیقت رو بگن،باید خیلی باهم صمیمی باشن ولی الآن دیدم که انگار باید برای حفظ صمیمیت، بعضی جاها دروغ هم بگی”
“لعلّهم اعتادوا . ما أسوأ هذا !
لإن الإنسان وهو ميّت يشعر بإن الحياة التي تركها خلفه تسير كما تركها , وكما كانت في الماضي.”
“عندما بكيتُ شعرتُ أنني امرأة أخرى انفصلت عني، وأرى حياتي من الخارج وأبكي متألمة على حياتي كما يبكي قارئ وهو يقلب صفحات كتاب ويرى رسوما مؤلمة.”
“Wonderful!" said the Duke. "We progress!"
"We...? Progress? You said we? Progress?"
"It seems I erred," Avon sighed. "We remain at the same place.”
“After that they browsed for a minute or two in a semi-detached fashion. Nick found a set of Trollope which had a relatively modest and approachable look among the rest, and took down The Way We Live Now, with an armorial bookplate, the pages uncut. “What have you found there?” said Lord Kessler, in a genially possessive tone. “Ah, you’re a Trollope man, are you?”
“I’m not sure I am, really,” said Nick. “I always think he wrote too fast. What was it Henry James said, about Trollope and his ‘great heavy shovelfuls of testimony to constituted English matters’?”
Lord Kessler paid a moment’s wry respect to this bit of showing off, but said, “Oh, Trollope’s good. He’s very good on money.”
“Oh…yes…” said Nick, feeling doubly disqualified by his complete ignorance of money and by the aesthetic prejudice which had stopped him from ever reading Trollope. “To be honest, there’s a lot of him I haven’t yet read.”
“No, this one is pretty good,” Nick said, gazing at the spine with an air of judicious concession. Sometimes his memory of books he pretended to have read became almost as vivid as that of books he had read and half forgotten, by some fertile process of auto-suggestion. He pressed the volume back into place and closed the gilded cage.”
“This is for those of you who have made mistakes, and who are brave enough to correct them, and wise enough to learn from them.”
“This was some dream, or she had gone to hell after all, because she couldn't exist in the world where this had been done to him, where she paced like an idiot all night while he suffered, while Farran tortured him, while he ripped out his eyes and--
Celaena vomited on the floor.
Footsteps, then Arobynn's hands were on her shoulder, on her waist, pulling her away.
He was dead.
Sam was dead.”
“Irgend jemand schien den Entschluß gefaßt zu haben, Gottes Worte mit der Schere zu berichtigen”
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