Dolly > Dolly's Quotes

“As the Arab proverb says, “People resemble their times more than they resemble their fathers.”
― Robert D. Kaplan, In Europe's Shadow: Two Cold Wars and a Thirty-Year Journey Through Romania and Beyond

“Thenceforth they thought that, rationally concluded, doubt could become an instrument of knowledge.”
― Marc Bloch, The Historian's Craft: Reflections on the Nature and Uses of History and the Techniques and Methods of Those Who Write It.

“I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.”
― Franz Kafka

“You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“Words without experience are meaningless.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“Não queria morrer. Estava escondido no mato como tatu. Duro, lerdo como tatu. Mas um dia sairia da toca, andaria com a cabeça levantada, seria homem.
— Um homem, Fabiano.”
― Graciliano Ramos, Vidas Secas

“Tinha o coração grosso, queria responsabilizar alguém pela sua desgraça.”
― Graciliano Ramos, Vidas Secas

“During the Vietnam War... every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high.”
― Kurt Vonnegut