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  • #1
    Haruki Murakami
    “Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #2
    Boris Pasternak
    “How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #3
    Boris Pasternak
    “About dreams. It is usually taken for granted that you dream of something that has made a particularly strong impression on you during the day, but it seems to me it´s just the contrary. Often it´s something you paid no attention to at the time -- a vague thought that you didn´t bother to think out to the end, words spoken without feeling and which passed unnoticed -- these are the things that return at night, clothed in flesh and blood, and they become the subjects of dreams, as if to make up for having been ignored during waking hours.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #4
    Boris Pasternak
    “They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #5
    Boris Pasternak
    “To be a woman is a great adventure;
    To drive men mad is a heroic thing.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #6
    Boris Pasternak
    “She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #7
    Boris Pasternak
    “Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #8
    Khaled Hosseini
    “It's a funny thing... but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really, what guides them is what they're afraid of. What they don't want.”
    Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

  • #9
    Khaled Hosseini
    “They say, Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind.”
    Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

  • #10
    Khaled Hosseini
    “I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.”
    Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

  • #11
    Khaled Hosseini
    “J’aurais dû être plus gentille—I should have been more kind. That is something a person will never regret. You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person. You will never think that.”
    Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

  • #12
    Khaled Hosseini
    “I've read that if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise.”
    Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

  • #13
    Khaled Hosseini
    “She said there was comfort to be found in the permanence of mathematical truths, in the lack of arbitrariness and the absence of ambiguity. In knowing that the answers may be elusive, but they could be found. They were there, waiting, chalk scribbles away. “Nothing like life, in other words,” he said. “There, it’s questions with either no answers or messy ones.”
    Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

  • #14
    Khaled Hosseini
    “It was madness.Sheer lunacy. A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bear to lose. Faith that the world will not destroy you.”
    Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

  • #15
    Arundhati Roy
    “...the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again.

    That is their mystery and their magic.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #16
    Arundhati Roy
    “If you're happy in a dream, does that count?”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #17
    Arundhati Roy
    “This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #18
    Arundhati Roy
    “Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #19
    Arundhati Roy
    “There is a war that makes us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #20
    Arundhati Roy
    “As Estha stirred the thick jam he thought Two Thoughts and the Two Thoughts he thought were these:
    a) Anything can happen to anyone.
    and
    b) It is best to be prepared.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #21
    Arundhati Roy
    “Writers imagine that they cull stories from the world. I'm beginning to believe that vanity makes them think so. That it's actually the other way around. Stories cull writers from the world. Stories reveal themselves to us. The public narrative, the private narrative - they colonize us. They commission us. They insist on being told. Fiction and nonfiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons that I don't fully understand, fiction dances out of me, and nonfiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #22
    Arundhati Roy
    “It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that is purloined. ”
    Arundhati Roy , The God of Small Things

  • #23
    Arundhati Roy
    “But when they made love he was offended by her eyes. They behaved as though they belonged to someone else. Someone watching. Looking out of the window at the sea. At a boat in the river. Or a passerby in the mist in a hat.

    He was exasperated because he didn't know what that look meant. He put it somewhere between indifference and despair. He didn’t know that in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough. That something happened when personal turmoil dropped by at the wayside shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil of a nation. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening.

    So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people’s eyes and became an exasperating expression.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #24
    Boris Pasternak
    “He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #25
    Boris Pasternak
    “Progress in science is governed by the laws of repulsion, every step forward is made by refutation of prevalent errors and false theories. Forward steps in art are governed by the law of attraction, are the result of imitation of and admiration for beloved predecessors.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #26
    Boris Pasternak
    “You are anxious about whether you will rise from the dead or not, but you rose from the dead when you were born and you didn't notice it.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #27
    Boris Pasternak
    “О какая это была любовь, вольная, небывалая, ни на что не похожая! Они думали, как другие напевают.

    Они любили друг друга не из неизбежности, не «опаленные страстью», как это ложно изображают. Они любили друг друга потому, что так хотели все кругом: земля под ними, небо над их головами, облака и деревья. Их любовь нравилась окружающим еще, может быть, больше, чем им самим. Незнакомым на улице, выстраивающимся на прогулке далям, комнатам, в которых они селились и встречались.

    Ах вот это, это вот ведь, и было главным, что их роднило и объединяло! Никогда, никогда, даже в минуты самого дарственного, беспамятного счастья не покидало их самое высокое и захватывающее: наслаждение общей лепкою мира, чувство отнесенности их самих ко всей картине, ощущение принадлежности к красоте всего зрелища, ко всей вселенной.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #28
    Boris Pasternak
    “After two or three stanzas and several images by which he was himself astonished, his work took possession of him and he experienced the approach of what is called inspiration. At such moments the correlation of the forces controlling the artist is, as it were, stood on its head. The ascendancy is no longer with the artist or the state of mind which he is trying to express, but with language, his instrument of expression. Language, the home and dwelling of beauty and meaning, itself begins to think and speak for man and turns wholly into music, not in the sense of outward, audible sounds but by virtue of the power and momentum of its inward flow. Then, like the current of a mighty river polishing stones and turning wheels by its very movement, the flow of speech creates in passing, by the force of its own laws, rhyme and rhythm and countless other forms and formations, still more important and until now undiscovered, unconsidered and unnamed.

    At such moments Yury felt that the main part of his work was not being done by him but by something which was above him and controlling him: the thought and poetry of the world as it was at that moment and as it would be in the future. He was controlled by the next step it was to take in the order of its historical development; and he felt himself to be only the pretext and the pivot setting it in motion.

    ...

    In deciphering these scribbles he went through the usual disappointments. Last night these rough passages had astonished him and moved him to tears by certain unexpectedly successful lines. Now, on re-reading these very lines, he was saddened to find that they were strained and glaringly far-fetched.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #29
    Boris Pasternak
    “Every herd is a refuge for giftlessness, whether it's a faith in Soloviev, or Kant, or Marx. Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #30
    Boris Pasternak
    “For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name”
    Boris Pasternak , Doctor Zhivago



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