Giulia Peano > Giulia's Quotes

“Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“There are much worse games to play.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Katniss. I remember about the bread.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown, leaving him in just his underwear. "Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. "Here, it improves the taste," he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes into my cup.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Prima di iniziare ti fai il segno della croce e con voce impercettibile reciti una preghiera.
Io mi rifiuto: Dio è solo un modo per permettere a tutti di dire padre.”
― Giulia Carcasi, Tutto torna

“-Io penso che l’amore sia un sacrificio sociale. E tu puoi dirmi che non è vero, ma questo è quello che ho visto. Mi guardo intorno ed è pieno di gente divorziata, di storie d’amore franate e io come faccio a stare con una persona e a credere che non finirò anch’io tra quelle macerie?

-Io penso che un tuo bacio può valere le macerie in cui forse un giorno mi lascerai
”
― Giulia Carcasi, Io sono di legno

“Ci sono poesie che andrebbero messe in tasca, per tirarle fuori quando servono. Ci sono poesie che andrebbero caricate come pistole, per premere il grilletto e ammazzare il dolore che, se rimane inspiegato, cresce”
― Giulia Carcasi, Io sono di legno

“Non credo ai prìncipi e alle belle addormentate, ai vissero per sempre felici e contenti, credo alle persone che si sopportano, a quelli che ogni tanto si dicono “ti odio” e maledicono il giorno in cui si sono incontrati”
― Giulia Carcasi, Io sono di legno

“Essere pioggia non è facile. Devi concederti solo alle terre che hanno bisogno di te, altrimenti allaghi”
― Giulia Carcasi, Io sono di legno

“E domani non è domani, è il solito oggi con un nome diverso.”
― Giulia Carcasi, Ma le stelle quante sono

“People took what they wanted, they clutched at coincidences, the few there were, and made a life from them. . . . Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains.”
― Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers

“Truth does not change because it is, or is not, believed by a majority of the people.”
― Giordano Bruno

“Mattia was right: the days had slipped over her skin like a solvent, one after the other, each removing a very thin layer of pigment from her tattoo, and from both of their memories. The outlines, like the circumstances, were still there, black and well delineated, but the colors had merged together until they faded into a dull, uniform tonality, a neutral absence of meaning.”
― Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers

“Mathematicians call them twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching. Numbers like 11 and 13, like 17 and 19, 41 and 43. If you have the patience to go on counting, you discover that these pairs gradually become rarer. You encounter increasingly isolated primes, lost in that silent, measured space made only of ciphers, and you develop a distressing presentiment that the pairs encountered up until that point were accidental, that solitude is the true destiny. Then, just when you’re about to surrender, when you no longer have the desire to go on counting, you come across another pair of twins, clutching each other tightly. There is a common conviction among mathematicians that however far you go, there will always be another two, even if no one can say where exactly, until they are discovered.

Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other. He had never told her that. When he imagined confessing these things to her, the thin layer of sweat on his hands evaporated completely and for a good ten minutes he was no longer capable of touching anything.”
― Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers

“Twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching. If you have the patience to go on counting, you discover that these pairs gradually become rarer. You encounter increasingly isolated primes, lost in that silent, measured space made only of ciphers, and you develop a distressing presentiment that the pairs encountered up until that point were accidental, that solitude is the true destiny. Then, just when you’re about to surrender, when you no longer have the desire to go on counting, you come across another pair of twins, clutching each other tightly.”
― Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers

“For Alice and Mattia, the high school years were an open wound that had seemed so deep that it could never heal. They had passed through them without breathing, he rejecting the world and she feeling rejected by it, and eventually they had noticed that it didn't make all that much difference. They had formed a defective and asymmetrical friendship, made up of long absences and much silence, a clean and empty space where both could come back to breathe when the walls of their school became too close for them to ignore the feeling of suffocation.”
― Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers

“L'amore non esiste per renderci felici, ma per dimostrarci quando sia forte la nostra capacità di sopportare il dolore.”
― Alessandro d'Avenia, Bianca come il latte, rossa come il sangue

“L'ignoranza è la cosa più comoda che io conosca dopo il divano del soggiorno di casa mia.”
― Alessandro d'Avenia, Bianca come il latte, rossa come il sangue

“Nella vita di tutti i giorni nessuno ti chiede di raccontare la storia che ti morde il cuore e te lo mastica, e se qualcuno te lo chiede, nella vita di tutti i giorni nessuno riesce a raccontare quella storia, perché non trovi mai le parole adatte, le sfumature giuste, il coraggio di essere nudo, fragile, autentico. Quella storia deve piombare da fuori, come quando accade che i libri ci scelgano e gli autori diventino amici a cui vorremmo telefonare alla fine della lettura per chiedere come fanno loro a conoscerci o dove hanno sentito la nostra storia. Quella storia è uno specchio che ti sorprende a esclamare: questa è la mia, questo sono io, ma non avevo le parole per dirlo. E forse scopri di non essere solo, definitivamente solo.”
― A. D'Avenia

“Missing you,
I missed a part of me
I shared with you
that’s now gone.

Missing you,
when really,
it was the way you made me feel
and the things you made us do.

Missing you
I shouldn’t be.
But I can’t help missing
who I was with you.

Missing you,
I missed
and missed so much of the world
and wasn’t even missed in return.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“But you know, as I do, that the storm will pass
And that the implacable sun doesn't simply stop
When obscured by a dark, pernicious cloud,
Which is why I know I'll return to your house-
On a Sunday that's there on the calendar-
And laugh with you over a glass of grappa.”
― Mauricio Rosencof

“Every hour, stop and ask: Am I really present in this moment? If not, what are my thoughts focused on? Doing this often will help you return to the present moment.”
― Azim Jamal & Brian Tracy, What You Seek Is Seeking You

“Think the tree that bears nutrition:
though the fruits are picked,
the plant maintains fruition.
So give all the love you have.
Do not hold any in reserve.
What is given is not lost; it shall return.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?”
― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?”
― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

“...a miracles is a reasonable thing to ask for.”
― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

“There is no Mr. Right because there is no Mr. Wrong. There is whoever is in front of us, and the perfect lessons to be learned from that person.”
― Marianne Williamson, Return to Love

“Accadono cose che sono come domande. Passa un minuto, oppure anni, e poi la vita risponde.”
― Alessandro Baricco, Castelli di rabbia

“[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road