Mons Kallentoft > Quotes

“Iubirea și moartea sunt vecine.
Au unul și același chip.
Nu ai cum să li te împotrivești.
Două persoane se întâlnesc.
Se-ndrăgostesc fulgerător.
Se iubesc.
Se iubesc și se doresc și, într-o zi, dragostea dispare tot atât de brusc pe cum a apărut.
Sau poate că, de la bun început, dragostea este imposibilă, dar și inevitabilă.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Some nights the bed is endlessly wide, some nights it contains all the loneliness in the world. Some nights it is soft and promising, when waiting for sleep is the best part of the day. Some nights, like this one, the bed is hard, the mattress an enemy that wants to force your thoughts into the wrong track, that seems to want to mock you for lying there alone, without another body to rest into and against.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Falar. Já há demasiadas palavras neste mundo. Pouco ou nenhum silêncio.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Sommardöden

“Ouvem este murmúrio? Este murmúrio infindável? É o musgo a murmurar. São os mortos a conversar. É o que vão dizer as lendas. Os mortos e os mortos ainda vivos.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Primeiro, não acontece nada, pensa Malin. Depois,nada acontece. Por fim, acontece tudo ao mesmo tempo.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Sommardöden

“E, assim, os seus pés pisam o chão deste mundo, procurando incansavelmente a sua razão de ser.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Höstoffer

“I can be many people,depending what
the situation demands. He pulls a face. He conjures forth anger, he smiles, looks surprised, attentive, reserved, inquisitive, watchful. Which of all of these am I really? How easy it is to lose your own view of yourself when you sometimes think you can be anyone at all.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“E segundo a moral dos homens? Certos actos nunca serão perdoados. Violação. Pedofilia. Tortura de crianças. Ausência de amor. A pena para isso é a vergonha eterna.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Nunca se sabe nada ao certo, Malin, antes de se saber. Até então prevalece a ignorância.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Procuramos memórias, visitamos as nossas vida.Desolador, não? Mas são assim os hábitos dos vivos.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Was I ever alive, or did I die long ago, in a room so cramped that there was never any space for love?”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Daima hasrettir insanı öldüren.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Can I make my words reach you? One single little word? In that case I would like it to be this word. Darkness. The darkness that arises when the soul never gets to see the light in another person, when it withers and eventually tries to save itself.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Gdy w grę wchodzi przeżycie, ludzie z reguły mają niesamowitą siłę woli - mówi Zeke.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Outside great snowflakes are sailing to the ground; Malin thinks that they look like the remnants of beautiful stars that were pulverized far out in space, billions of years ago.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Když se nedokážeme domluvit ani s těmi nejbližšími, jak pak chceme na světě udržet klid a mír?”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“When I die I shall fall down dead on the spot. I’m not going to hang around in some hospital, rambling and unable to keep control of my own shit.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midwinter Sacrifice

“W niektóre noce łóżko jest nieskończenie szerokie. Niektóre noce mieszczą całą samotność świata. W niektóre noce łóżko jest miękkie i obiecujące, a oczekiwanie na sen staje się najlepszym czasem minionego dnia. W noce takie jak ta łóżko jest twarde, materac to wróg przeganiający myśli na niewłaściwe miejsca, jakby chciał wyszydzić człowieka, że leży tam sam bez innego ciała, na którym można się oprzeć.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Když se člověk příliš drží minulosti, točí se kolem vlastní osy. Ale když se minulosti nedokáže dotknout, šidí sebe sama.”
― Mons Kallentoft

“Jinakost plodí sociální vyloučení. Sociální vyloučení plodí násilí. Násilí plodí… co vlastně? Nekonečnou propast mezi lidmi.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“Człowiek, myśli Malin, obraca się wokół własnej osi, jeśli za dużo przebywa w przeszłości. Jednocześnie unicestwia się, jeśli nie ma odwagi jej tknąć.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“if you only let your thoughts go, they can come up with all sorts of things, conjuring up images of anyone at all, making caricatures of even the people that you know and love most.
The self-preservation instinct. Let your subconscious make parodies of your loss and anxiety and jealousy.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Summer Death

“Zajmijcie się tymi małymi, słabymi. Okażcie im miłość. Zło nie jest nadane. Zło się rodzi.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Midvinterblod

“I see thousands of people in the images. They flicker past, but never return. Nothing and no one stays, it’s the loneliest of lonely films. There’s no disgust in the people’s faces, merely, at best, a lack of interest. Most of them don’t see me. I am a person in the form of air, like a fading outline in a shifting landscape. I once had something to cling to, but I’ve taught myself to be free. But did I ever actually manage it? Maybe I just tell myself I did so that I can bear to go on.I possess both the fear of the hunter and of the hunted. In some ways I long for the violence to give me the feeling of calm again, even if I know that’s wrong.”
― Mons Kallentoft, Vårlik