“Silence is just as likely to indicate the most profound ideas forming, the deepest energies being summoned.”
“Your wound, your silly little wound! That's your real love, Leo, that wound, the one true love of your life! I know how it will be, even if we tried, even if we managed to build something all over again. The music too, that would be no different. Even if they'd accepted you tonight, even if you became celebrated in this town, you'd destroy it all, you'd destroy everything, pull it all down around you just as you did before. And all because of that wound. Me, the music, we're neither of us anything more to you than mistresses
you seek consolation from. You'll always go back to your one real love. To that wound! And you know what makes me so angry? Leo, are you listening to me? Your wound, it's nothing special, nothing special at all. In this town alone, I know there are many people with far worse. And yet they carry on, every one of them, with far greater courage than you ever did. They go on with their lives. They become something worthwhile. But you, Leo, look at you. Always tending your wound.”
“I have this feeling, that all it will take will be one moment, even a tiny moment, provided it’s the correct one. Like a cord suddenly snapping and a thick curtain dropping to the floor to reveal a whole new world, a world full of sunlight and warmth.”
“It had occurred to me to follow her through into the next room, visitors or no visitors, and bring her back for a talk. But in the end I had decided in favour of waiting where I was for her return. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Sophie had come back into the room, but something in her manner had prevented me from speaking and she had gone out again. In fact, although during the following half-hour Sophie had entered and left the room several more times, for all my resolve to make my feelings known to her, I had returned to my newspaper with a strong sense of hurt and frustration.”
“Left alone, I must quickly have drifted off into my own thoughts, for I did not notice the barman return. He must have done so, however, for I was soon drinking coffee, staring at the mirrored wall behind the bar - in which I could see not only my own reflection but much of the room behind me. After a while, for some reason, i found myself replaying in my head key moments from a football match I had attended many years earlier - an encounter between Germany and Holland. I adjusted my posture on the high-stool - I could see I was hunching excessively - and tried recalling the names of the players in the Dutch team that year. Rep, Krol, Haan, Neeskens. After several minutes I had succeeded in remembering all but two of the players, but these last two names remained just beyond the rim of my recall. As I tried to remember, the sound of the fountain behind me, which at first I had found quite soothing, began to annoy me. It seemed that if only it woulds stop, my memory would unlock and I would finally remember the names.”
“One should not, in any case, attempt to make a virtue out of one's limitations.”
“It's nonsense to believe people go on loving each other regardless of what happens.”
“«Ti amo, Kennedy Ashe.»
(..)
«Qui non si tratta di me, piccola. Si tratta di te. Posso inseguirti in eterno, prometterti il mondo, ma se tu non ti decidi a fare il salto, se non prendi il rischio con me, è una battaglia persa in partenza. Non è solo il tuo corpo che amo. Amo la tua mente straordinaria, amo la tua anima buona, la tua forza interiore. Amo la vita che ti sei costruita con le tue amiche, il lavoro che hai scelto. Amo tutto di te, il buono e il cattivo, le luci e le ombre, e voglio condividere ogni cosa. Ma tu devi lasciarmelo fare.»”
“How you handle hard times is a true show of character.”
“Marcus, do you know what is the only way to know how much you love someone?
No.
By losing them.”
“In fact the original memory of Miss Blaides returned to me one morning when I was sitting in my cream distempered, strip-lighted, bare, sanitary, glaring, forlorn little cell at the Studio. In that place it was possible to know deep despondency.”
“Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted"
-Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)”
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