Jean-Paul Didierlaurent > Quotes

“my thoughts have matured overnight, like dough left to rise which you find in the morning all puffed-up and sweet smelling .”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“Les gens n'attendent en général qu'une seule chose de vous: que vous leur renvoyiez l'image de ce qu'ils veulent que vous soyez. Et cette image que je leur proposais, ils n'en voulaient surtout pas. C'était une vue du monde d'en haut, une vue qui n'avait rien à faire ici. Alors s'il y a une leçon que j'ai bien apprise en près de vingt-huit ans de présence sur cette Terre, c'est que l'habit doit faire le moine et peu importe ce que cache la soutane.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, Le Liseur du 6h27

“For all those fellow commuters, he was the reader, the bizarre character who each weekday would read out, in a loud, clear voice, from the handful of pages he extracted from his briefcase.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“I need a goldfish,’ mumbled Guylain. Need –that was indeed the word. He was truly addicted to the golden creatures. Guylain could no longer cope without that silent, colourful presence gracing his bedside table. From experience, he knew that there was a vast difference between living alone and living alone with a goldfish.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“Comme dit toujours tantine: on peut s'attendre à tout de la part d'un constipé, même à rien.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, Le Liseur du 6h27

“Alors s'il y a une leçon que j'ai bien apprise en près de vingt-huit ans de présence sur cette Terre, c'est que l'habit doit faire le moine et peu importe ce que cache la soutane.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“Although a smile costs nothing, it can on the other hand earn you a lot.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent

“he would sit down opposite him and gently take his friend’s hands, two warm dying birds that meekly allowed themselves to be caught.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“Kratak pljusak usred noći sve je uljepšao prekrivši grad lakom svoje vode.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“... savaşlar dağılmış suratlardaki yara izlerinden okunur, kalıp gibi, gıcır gıcır ütülü üniformalarına bürünmüş general fotoğraflarından değil.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“Bir de şunu ekleyeyim, bir süreden beri bu gezegende renkleri daha canlı, olayları daha az ciddi, kışları daha az sert, dayanılmazı daha dayanılır, güzeli daha güzel, çirkini daha az çirkin gösterme, kısaca hayatı bana da güzel gösterme gücüne sahip bir insanın olduğunu keşfettim.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“When the train pulled into the station and the passengers alighted, an outside observer would have had no trouble noticing how Guylain’s listeners stood out from the rest of the commuters. Their faces did not wear that off-putting mask of indifference. They all had the contented look of an infant that has drunk its fill of milk.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“Which consisted of never stopping mid-sentence, for any reason whatsoever. Never lose the thread of the word, kiddo. Go right to the end. Glide through the speech until the final full stop releases you.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“Kad mu je rukama koje izgledom nalikuju na jelenske rogove iz ruku iščupala stranicu, zauzela je mjesto u naslonjaču. Naočale metalnih okvira u ravnotežu postavljene na njezinu nosu davale su joj izgled stare učiteljice u mirovini, a to je baš bilo sukladno stvarnome stanju, pomislio je Guylain, budući da je ona doista bila umirovljena učiteljica.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“İnsanların, sizden genelde tek istediği gerçeği çok çabuk dank etti kafama: İnsanlar sizden, onlara, kendi görmek istedikleri imgeyi göndermenizi bekliyorlar.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“Giuseppe armastas meelde tuletada, et end Kristuse pisaratest purju joomine on kauneim asi, mis ühe kristlasega juhtuda saab.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“For all those fellow commuters, he was the reader, the bizarre character, who each weekday would read out in a loud, clear voice, from the handful of pages he extracted from his briefcase.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“Il a fallu me rendre rapidement à l'évidence que les gens n'attendent en général qu'une seule chose de vous : que vous leur renvoyiez l'image de ce qu'ils veulent que vous soyez.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent

“Hayır, ilgim daha çok kırık, çatlak, sararmış, kenarıları aşınmış olanlara, zamanın tahrip ettiği ve mekana sonunda benim sevdiğim o küçük eski moda stil dışında, garip bir biçimde içimi rahatlatan kusurlu bir hava veren öteki fayanslara. [...] "Julie," demişti, "savaşlar dağılmış suratlardaki yara izlerinden okunur, kalıp gibi, gıcır gıcır ütülü üniformalarına bürünmüş general fotoğraflarından değil.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27

“Bir ara, konuşarak, ona her şeyin bu kadar basit olmadığını, akla kara arasında en açık griden en koyusuna kadar bir nüans paleti var olduğunu açıklamaya kalkışmıştı.”
― Jean-Paul Didierlaurent, The Reader on the 6.27