Doina Ruști > Quotes

“Str. Lipscani este tapetată integral cu chemări, de unde și credința bucureștenilor că cine trece pe-acolo nu se mai întoarce niciodată acasă.”
― Doina Rusti, Manuscrisul fanariot

“Omul hăituit capătă o încredere oarbă în destin, răspândită și transformată, cu timpul, într-un un adevărat corpus de superstiții cu caracter geografic.”
― Doina Ruști

“Nu ştiu de ce, iubirile care încep iarna sunt mai intense şi de cele mai multe ori se termină prost. Mai ales iubirile de Crăciun par făcute dintr‐o suferinţă bătrână.”
― Doina Rusti, Homeric

“But there is a time that descends upon the world when you least expect it, something like the mouth of a wolf which breathes over forests and sometimes upon the head of a person of some importance, blowing out their dreams, erasing the paths which, until then, promised a sure future - and Mușa had left the house exactly during such a time. It was summer, and from behind the butcher’s the unsettling smell of crushed meat and bones was rising.  She skirted the mound which still stands high even today in the middle of the slum and proceeded on to the market.  And what a sight unfolded before her! The sky was sighing sleepily, and from under it one could hear the jingling of beads that evoked an earlier time. Mușa took lazy steps, dragging her slippers, enjoying the feeling of stepping over tiny stones that she could feel through new soles, listening to the vulgar happiness of glass and the cossetted whispers of round pearls. She rummaged through the bracelets and rings, she perused the amber jewelry, and in the end she stopped in front of a shop selling dessert accessories: silver teaspoons, coffee cups and crystal glasses, jam plates made of fragrant wood and particularly low tables, painstakingly inlaid or painted with women half-hidden in veils. Everything lost its allure however after glimpsed the the merchant selling them, a dark-skinned man, in whose eyes smoldered desires without hope – perfidious shoots, like sprigs of hemlock.  Without taking his eyes off her, the merchant offered her a silver ibric, and in its reflections, bleached by the summer sun, swam the tiny fish of temptation.
(Homeric)”
― Doina Rusti

“Trecutul e ca un câine care îţi rupe fără întrerupere turul, în timp ce pre­zentul este o potaie care te păcăleşte s-­o ţii în braţe, făcându-­te să uiţi viitorul - un ogar din rasa afgană. (Doina Ruști - Mâța Vinerii)”
― doina ruști

“De fapt, tot grupul era cuprins de exaltare; bărbaţii erau ca orice bărbat la 30 de ani, adică aveau convingerea că nimic nu e suficient de bun pentru ei. După cum femeile erau şi ele ca orice femeie la 30 de ani: speriate că li se sfârşeşte viaţa şi că acum e ultima ocazie să mai facă ceva excepţional”
― Doina Rusti, Zogru

“Fiecare timp ar trebui judecat dupa faptele care l-au aprins.”
― Doina Ruști, Mâța Vinerii

“The love is happiness to be only a rotting cloth in the wound of a stranger. (Doina Ruști -Manuscrisul fanariot)”
― Doina Ruști

“One burning July morning, Preduică the teacher came out of his house, his mind under siege with thoughts. He was passing gravely along the side of the road, dressed as if he were going to school even though it was the middle of the school holidays. It was impossible not to notice him, in his white suit, like a messenger, with his bald spot crowned by grey hair.”
― Doina Ruști, Lizoanca la 11 ani

“În general, când omul află că lumea este mai mare decât și-o imaginase este cuprins de mâhnire mai întâi, gândindu-se la condiția lui umilă și mărginită de până atunci. Abia după aceea pornește la drum, încercând să iasă din locșorul lui strâmt și să cucerească ținutul necunoscut.”
― Doina Rusti, Zogru

“El era frumos ca un motan abia sculat din somn.”
― Doina Ruști, Lizoanca la 11 ani

“She did not seem beautiful to me, especially in the beginning, but even for a long time after that, and then not until later did I come to realise that she was a jewel dropped into the murky waters of a pond, completely out of place in the Gorgani slum, where she seemed to have fallen from the skies, just like the flying Hasan Çelebi, whose name was given to a bridge. “ (Doina Ruști - Homeric)”
― Doina Ruști

“If you need to clear the air with these gentlemen, better remove yourself from the car!”
Julia’s boyfriend, or whatever he was, didn’t seem like much. I had fought more fearsome men in my life. When I heard him mentioning my mother, whom he had started bespattering in something resembling the English language, calling her “a Norwegian whore”, I opened the door and headbutted him without the slightest hesitation. I yelled at the top of my lungs too, so that bitch, Julia, could hear me loud and clear:

“I’m an Irish man, you fucking asshole, I’m from Belfast, we would stick some Semtex up your ass"

(Doina Rusti - Logodnica/The The Fiancée, Polirom, 2017)”
― Doina Rusti, Logodnica

“And I understood that not only was I fated to see them again, searching for each other with the same looks which clearly showed that love’s fiery sphere had started to grow between them, but there was also something else, meant only for me.  Without wanting to, I had entered the realm of shadows, where you cannot be seen.  They were the only ones that could be seen, while I, until then at the centre of the story, was now drifting through the treacherous fog of strange desires, like a poor fly blown about in the wind.” (Homeric)”
― Doina Ruști

“The freedom is a tear digging into the flesh. (Doina Ruști -Manuscrisul fanariot)”
― doina ruști

“Românii [...] mențin ritmul vieții prin câte-un dute-n pizda mă-tii. Nu există nimic mai mobilizator sub soarele Bucureștiului decât acest îndemn aproape domestic. Întoarcerea în găoacea maternă este cel mai bine intenționat sfat pentru oricine a rătăcit drumul. Du-te-n pizda mă-tii aduce aminte cuiva de unde a venit , îi arată că drumul făcut până aici trebuie luat de la capăt. Îi spune că în orice moment parcursul său istoric ar putea fi anulat. Du-te-n pizda mă-tii e un act de bunăvoință, un deget ridicat în momentul oportun, o atenționare, un ajutor dat la nevoie și chiar o dezicere politicoasă de cineva care a greșit drumul. Spune pe scurt ceea ce ar fi zis un discurs lung despre punctele slabe. Ai greșit! Asta e! Dar poți s-o iei de la capăt! Hai să ne facem că nu s-a întâmplat! Ești nou, nenăscut, șters din istorie. Poți să te naști iar!”
― Doina Rusti