Viktor Petrov > Viktor's Quotes

“Беше ѝ направил библиотека и тя я напълни с книгите на хора, които бяха изписали страница след страница за чувствата си. Уве разбираше нещата, които можеше да види и докосне. Цимент и бетон. Стъкло и стомана. Инструменти. Все неща, които са ти ясни. Разбираше от прави ъгли и брошури с ясни инструкции. От сглобяеми макети и чертежи. От неща, които можеше да нарисува на хартия.

Той бе от хората, които бяха наясно с всичко, което е черно на бяло.

А тя беше неговият цвят. Тя беше всичкият цвят, от който той имаше нужда.”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

“He was a man of black and white. And she was color. All the color he had.”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

“We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

“You miss the strangest things when you lose someone. Little things. Smiles. The way she turned over in her sleep. Even repainting a room for her.”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

“All roads lead to something you were predestined to do.”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

“The very sort of smile that makes decent folk want to slap Buddhist monks in the face,”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

“Of all the imaginable things he most misses about her, the thing he really wishes he could do again is hold her hand in his.”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

“Ove points at him with exasperation. “You! You want to buy a French car. Don’t worry so much about others, you have enough problems of your own.”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

“There is never a second opportunity to make a first impression.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Sword of Destiny

“There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.
You feel it, don't you?”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

“I predict a bad end for your race, humans,' Zoltan Chivay said grimly. 'Every sentient creature on this earth, when it falls into want , poverty and misfortune, usually cleaves to his own. Because it's easier to survive the bad times in a group, helping one another. But you humans, you just wait for a chance to make money from other people's mishaps. When there's hunger you don't want want to share out your food, you just devour the weakest ones. The practice works among wolves, since it lets the healthiest and strongest individuals survive. But among sentient races selection of that kind usually allows the biggest bastards to survive and dominate the rest.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Baptism of Fire