George Mrk > George's Quotes

“Είναι τα βλέφαρά μου διάφανες αυλαίες. Όταν τ'ανοίγω βλέπω εμπρός μου ό,τι κι αν τύχει. Όταν τα κλείνω βλέπω εμπρός μου ό,τι ποθώ.”
― Ανδρέας Εμπειρίκος, Ενδοχώρα

“Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.”
― Julio Cortázar

“In quoting others, we cite ourselves.”
― Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds

“Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.”
― Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds

“I sometimes longed for someone who, like me, had not adjusted perfectly with his age, and such a person was hard to find; but I soon discovered cats, in which I could imagine a condition like mine, and books, where I found it quite often.”
― Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds

“But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself,into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously...”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

“Happy was she who could believe without seeing, who was at one with the duration and continuity of life.”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

“As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. (...) You don't pick out the rain that soaks you to the skin when you come out of a concert.”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

“Memory weaves and traps us at the same time according to a scheme in which we do not participate: we should never speak of our memory, for it is anything but ours; it works on its own terms, it assists us while deceiving us or perhaps deceives up to assist us.”
― Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds

“Of all our feelings the only one which really doesn't belong to us is hope. Hope belongs to life, it's life itself defending itself. Etcetera.”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

“O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus, L’été

“If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?”
― José Saramago, Blindness

“Being human means throwing your whole life on the scales of destiny when need be, all the while rejoicing in every sunny day and every beautiful cloud.”
― Rosa Luxemburg

“I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself”
― Simone de Beauvoir

“Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us”
― Pablo Neruda