“For the first time in years, he felt the deep sadness of exile, knowing that he was alone here, an outsider, and too alert to the ironies, the niceties, the manners, and indeed, the morals to be able to participate.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“It is terrible to be an unprotected being.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“His consolation was that at least he had known her as the world had not, and the pain of living without her was no more than a penalty he paid for the privilege of having been young with her. What once was life, he thought, is always life and he knew that her image would preside in his intellect as a sort of measure and standard of brightness and repose.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“memory and regret can mingle, how much sorrow can be held within, and how nothing seems to have any shape or meaning until it is well past and lost and, even then, how much, under the weight of pure determination, can be forgotten and left aside only to return in the night as piercing pain.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“The men could be easily distinguished as fellow Americans by the quality of their mustaches and the innocent and amicable expressions on their faces; the several women could only have come from New England, making this clear, he felt, by their willingness to allow their menfolk the right to speak at length while confining their own talk to short and brisk, intelligent interruptions or slightly disagreeable remarks once the men had finished.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“Life is but a day and expresses mainly a single note.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“But he also knew that, as much as he wanted to aid and console the soldier, he wanted to be alone in his room with the night coming down and a book close by and pen and paper and the knowledge that the door would remain shut until the morning came and he would ne be disturbed. The gap between these two desires filled him with sadness and awe at the mystery of the self, the mystery of having a single consciousness, knowing merely its own bare feelings and experiencing singly and alone it own pain or fear or pleasure or complacency.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“He had grown fat on solitude, he thought, and had learned to expect nothing from the day but at best a dull contentment. Sometimes the dullness came to the fore with a strange and insistent ache which he would entertain briefly, but learn to keep at bay. Mostly, however, it was the contentment he entertained; the slow ease and the silence could, once night had fallen, fill him with a happiness that nothing, no society nor the company of any individual, no glamour or glitter, could equal.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“I have to give up everything, the house, the servants, my friends, my whole life. I will freeze to death or I will die of boredom. It will be a race between the two.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“Trollope and Balzac, Zola and Dickens would, he felt, have become bitter old preachers, or mad hairy schoolmasters had they been born in New England and condemned to live amongst its people.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“I shall tell him that being partly invisible is merely a small aspect of my charm.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“Could we move around the world staying in nice hotels, just we three, and writing letters home when some very witty remark is made by one of us?” Alice asked. “Could we do this forever?”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“It had been easier to present a self in full possession of pride and confidence.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“I don’t go in for change. It is not one of my subjects. I have always taken the view that noticing change is a mistake. I notice what is directly in front of me.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“You have asked two questions, and I will answer them separately,” Gray said. “Trollope writes with precision and feeling about love and marriage. Yes, I can assure you of that. Now, the second question is rather different. Trollope, I believe, would take the view that it is the function of the preacher and the theologian, the philosopher and perhaps the poet, but emphatically not that of the novelist, to deal with what you call ‘the great mystery of our existence.’ I would tend to agree with him.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“Henry wondered, too, what life would have had for her and how her exquisite faculty of challenge could have dealt with a world which would inevitably attempt to confine her. His consolation was that at least he had known her as the world had not, and the pain of living without her was no more than a penalty he paid for the privilege of having been young with her.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“Mankind,” Henry found himself saying, “is a very large business.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“Here in this cemetery, which they began to stroll around once more, the state of not-knowing and not-feeling which belonged to the dead seemed to him closer to resolved happiness than he had ever imagined possible.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“He turned and looked at Henry. “Did you always know that you would write all these books?” “I know the next sentence,” Henry said, “and often the next story and I take notes for novels.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“Andersen was perhaps too young to know how memory and regret can mingle, how much sorrow can be held within, and how nothing seems to have any shape or meaning until it is well past and lost and, even then, how much, under the weight of pure determination, can be forgotten and left aside only to return in the night as piercing pain.”
― Colm Tóibín, quote from The Master
“Plato defined good as threefold in character: good in the soul, expressed through the virtues; good in the body, expressed through the symmetry and endurance of the parts; and good in the external world, expressed through social position and companionship.”
― Manly P. Hall, quote from Secret Teachings of All Ages: An Encyclopedic Outline of Masonic, Hermetic, Quabbalistic, and Ro
“Три жълти луни, по една за всеки, бяха накацали през прозореца и се забавляваха да правят гримаси на братята. Те, и тримата по нощници, се бяха пъхнали в леглото на Ситроен, откъдето най-добре се виждаха луните. Трите им опитомени мечета танцуваха в кръг около леглото и пееха тихичко, за да не събудят Клемантин – тази бавачка на омари. Ситроен лежеше между Ноел и Жоел и изглеждаше замислен. Той криеше нещо в ръцете си.
- Търся думи – каза той на братята си. – Тази започва с…
Той млъкна.
- Готово. Намерих я.
Той сложи ръце пред устата си и каза нещо много тихо. След това остави на юрганчето това, което държеше. Беше малък бял скакалец.
Мечетата веднага дойдоха и седнаха около него.
- Пазете се – каза Жоел, - нищо не виждам.
Мечетата се отстраниха и обърнаха гръб на леглото. Скакалецът ги поздрави и започна да прави акробатически номера. Децата искрено му се възхищаваха.
Но той много бързо се умори, изпрати им въздушна целувка, скочи много високо и изчезна.
Никой не се разтревожи. Ситроен вдигна пръста си.
- Знам друго нещо! – каза мъдро той. – Когато намерим бълхи, трябва да ги накараме да ни ухапят три пъти.
- Е, и? – попита Ноел.
- Тогава – отвърна Ситроен –
- Е можем да ставаме толкова малки, колкото си поискаме.
- И да минаваме под вратите?
- То се знае – отговори Ситроен. – Ще можем да ставаме малки като бълхи.
Мечетата се приближиха, това ги бе за интересувало.
- А може ли, като изговаряме думите обратно, да станем големи? – попитаха те в един глас.
- Не – рече Ситроен. – Така сте си много добре. Но ако искате, мога да направя така, че да ви пораснат маймунски опашки.
- Хич не искам – каза мечето на Жоел. – Благодаря!
Мечето на Ноел също отказа. А третото още мислеше.
- Ще си помисля – рече то.
Ноел започна да се прозява.
- Спи ми се. Отивам си в леглото – каза той.
- Аз също – каза Жоел.
След няколко минути те вече спяха. Само Ситроен беше буден, той гледаше ръцете си и намигваше. Когато намигаше по специален начин, му порастваха още два пръста. Утре щеше да научи братята си на това.”
― Boris Vian, quote from Heartsnatcher
“This wind is mystical yet tame, and it sings to me.”
― Marianne Curley, quote from Old Magic
“It was like Mama was lost in the desert and had gotten so thirsty that she was willing to see anything that might make her feel better about being lost.”
― Wiley Cash, quote from A Land More Kind Than Home
“I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.”
― Lawrence Durrell, quote from Justine
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