John Williams > Quotes

“But don't you know, Mr. Stoner?" Sloane asked. "Don't you understand about yourself yet? You're going to be a teacher."
Suddenly Sloane seemed very distant, and the walls of the office receded. Stoner felt himself suspended in the wide air, and he heard his voice ask, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Sloane said softly.
"How can you tell? How can you be sure?"
"It's love, Mr. Stoner," Sloane said cheerfully. "You are in love. It's as simple as that.”
― John Williams, Stoner

“He is a man like any other… he will become what he will become, out of the force of his person and the accident of his fate.”
― John Williams, Augustus

“He was silent for a long time as he looked from face to face. He heard his voice issue flatly. "I have taught..." he said. He began again. "I have taught at this University for nearly forty years. I do not know what I would have done if I had not been a teacher. If I had not taught, I might have-" He paused, as if distracted. Then he said, with a finality, "I want to thank you all for letting me teach.”
― John Williams, Stoner

“You mustn't give it up," he said, and his voice took on an urgency that he could not understand. "No matter how hard it will seem sometimes, you mustn't give it up. It's too good for you to give it up. Oh, it's good, there's no doubt of it.”
― John Williams, Stoner

“Dispassionately, reasonably, he contemplated the failutre that his life must appear to be. He had wanted friendship and the closeness of friendship that might hold him in the race of mankind; he had had two friends, one of whom had died senselessly before he was known, the other of whom had now withdrawn so distantly into the ranks of the living that... He had wanted the singleness and the still connective passion of marriage; he had had that, too, and he had not known what to do with it, and it had died. He had wanted love; and he had had love, and had relinquished it, had let it go into the chaos of potentiality. Katherine, he thought. "Katherine."

And he had wanted to be a teacher, and he had become one; yet he knew, he had always known, that for most of his life he had been an indifferent one. He had dreamed of a kind of integrity, of a kind of purity that was entire; he had found compromise and the assaulting diversion of triviality. He had conceived wisdom, and at the end of the long years he had found ignorance. And what else? he thought. What else?

What did you expect? he asked himself.”
― John Williams, France: Summer 1940

“... un etica che gli imponeva di offrire al mondo tiranno visi sempre inespressivi, rigidi e spenti.”
― John Williams, Stoner

“A 43 anni compiuti, William Stoner apprese quello che altri,..., avevano imparato prima: che la persona che amiamo da subito non è quella che amiamo per davvero e che l'amore non è una fine ma un processo attraverso il quale una persona tenta di conoscerne un'altra”
― John Williams, Stoner

“[...] The True, the Good, the Beautiful. They're just around the corner, in the next corridor; they're in the next book, the one you haven't read, or in the next stack, the one you haven't got to. But you'll get to it someday. And when you do--when you do--”
― John Williams

“But before [William Stoner] the future lay bright and certain and unchanging. He saw it, not as a flux of event and change and potentiality, but as a territory ahead that awaited his exploration. He saw it as the great University library, to which new wings might be built, to which new books might be added and from which old ones might be withdrawn, while its true nature remained essentially unchanged.”
― John Williams, Stoner

“Liefde is geen eindpunt, maar een proces, waarin de een probeert de ander te leren kennen.”
― John Williams

“The True, the Good, the Beautiful. "[...] They're just around the corner, in the next corridor; they're in the next book, the one you haven't read, or in the next stack, the one you haven't got to. But you'll get to it someday. And when you do--when you do--”
― John Williams

“A sense of his own identity came upon him with sudden force, and he felt the power of it. He was himself, and he knew what he had been.”
― John Williams

“Di colpo era come se Katherine fosse nella stanza accanto e l'avesse lasciata solo qualche istante prima. Sentì un pizzicore alle dita, come se la stesse toccando. Il senso di quella perdita, che aveva rinchiuso così a lungo dentro di sé, straripò sommergendolo mentre lui si lasciava portare alla deriva, oltre il controllo della sua volontà, perché ormai non voleva più salvarsi. Poi sorrise di gioia, come sull'onda di un ricordo: pensò che aveva quasi sessant'anni e avrebbe dovuto essersi lasciato alle spalle la forza di una tale passione, di un tale amore. Ma sapeva di non averlo fatto. Sapeva che non l'avrebbe fatto mai. Oltre il torpore, l'indifferenza, la rimozione, quell'amore era ancora lì, solido e intenso. Non se n'era mai andato. In gioventù l'aveva dato liberamente, senza pensarci; l'aveva dato a quella conoscenza che gli era stata rivelata - quanti anni prima? - da Archer Sloane. L'aveva dato a Edith, nei primi, ciechi, folli anni del corteggiamento e del matrimonio. E l'aveva dato a Katherine, come se fosse stata la prima volta. Stranamente, l'aveva dato a ogni momento della sua vita, e forse l'aveva dato più pienamente proprio quando non si rendeva conto di farlo. Non era una passione della mente e nemmeno dello spirito: era piuttosto una forza che comprendeva entrambi, come se non fossero che la materia, la sostanza specifica dell'amore stesso. A una donna o a una poesia, il suo amore diceva semplicemente: Guarda! Sono vivo!”
― John Williams

“He took a grim and ironic pleasure from the possibility that what little learning he had managed to acquire had led him to this knowledge: that in the long run all things, even the learning that let him know this, were futile and empty, and at last diminished into a nothingness they did not alter.”
― John Williams