Rostov Quotes

“Worse still is not the quick fire destruction, but instead the smouldering decay of endless days, lost in a lifeless, thoughtless, meandering of day to day.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“It’s that feeling like vertigo of being on the edge of the precipice, suffering the fear of the void into which one might fall.

We are damnedly balanced on the thread, with the great voluminous despair beneath us and the terrible fate of knowing that the love of beauty can never be satisfied.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“There is a network beneath the surface of our consciousness in which a far more powerful force flows.

These intimations of the underlying knowledge, these intimations of the soul, of the Divine, are vital for the survival of humankind.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“Ci divoreranno, Andrej Romanovič. Noi russi, gli ucraini, i popoli del sud; nessuno di noi conosce come si vive fuori dal comunismo, nessuno. Pensi a cosa c'era qui prima del 1917, ci pensi: c'era lo zar. Nessuno di noi, neanche tra i nostri avi, ha mai saputo che cosa sia un mondo dove manca l'organizzazione, la disciplina, l'uguaglianza, l'amore reciproco! Nessuno" Senza il Cremlino, senza la grande e benevola guida di Mosca ogni russo è uno sbandato, un uomo solo e perso. la storia, se Michail Sergeevič salirà alla segreteria generale, ci annienterà”
― Andrea Tarabbia, Il giardino delle mosche

“Mieliala matoi maassa kuin tasaisen aron pintaa pyyhkivä vihuri. Venäläisten talvihyökkäys oli onnistunut. Rostovista oli jouduttu luopumaan verissäpäin jo toisen kerran.”
― Pentti H. Tikkanen, Kanoottisissit

“Nicholas Róstov turned away and, as if searching for something, gazed into the distance, at the waters of the Danube, at the sky, and at the sun. How beautiful the sky looked; how blue, how calm, and how deep! How bright and glorious was the setting sun! With that soft glitter the water of the distant Danube shone. And fairer still were the far away blue mountains beyond the river, the nunnery, the mysterious gorges, and the pine forests veiled in mist to their summits . . . There was peace and happiness . . . 'I should wish for nothing else, nothing, if only I were there,' thought Róstov. 'In myself alone and in that sunshine there is so much happiness; but here . . . groans, suffering, fear, and this uncertainty and hurry . . . There - they are shouting again, and again are all running back somewhere, and I shall run with them, and it, death, is here above me and around . . . Another instant and I shall never again see the sun, this water, that gorge! . . .”
― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace