Sign in with Facebook
Eline
https://www.goodreads.com/elinen
“Aan drie wanden hingen reproducties van abstracte schilderijen waaruit niet viel af te leiden of de maker ervan een mens dan wel een ontploft blik ravioli geweest was.”
― De laatste liefde van mijn moeder
― De laatste liefde van mijn moeder
“[...]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!”
― On the Road
― On the Road
“Ik had heimwee naar die drie daar in het bed.
Onzin. We zaten nog met ons drieën in dat bed. Het was alleen al weg voor het weg was. En ik kon er niets over zeggen, geen van tweeën zou begrijpen dat ik heimwee had naar iets wat er nog was, ik begreep het zelf niet eens.”
― Winterijs
Onzin. We zaten nog met ons drieën in dat bed. Het was alleen al weg voor het weg was. En ik kon er niets over zeggen, geen van tweeën zou begrijpen dat ik heimwee had naar iets wat er nog was, ik begreep het zelf niet eens.”
― Winterijs
“They're trying to kill me," Yossarian told him calmly.
No one's trying to kill you," Clevinger cried.
Then why are they shooting at me?" Yossarian asked.
They're shooting at everyone," Clevinger answered. "They're trying to kill everyone."
And what difference does that make?”
― Catch-22
No one's trying to kill you," Clevinger cried.
Then why are they shooting at me?" Yossarian asked.
They're shooting at everyone," Clevinger answered. "They're trying to kill everyone."
And what difference does that make?”
― Catch-22
“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”
― Love in the Time of Cholera
― Love in the Time of Cholera
Eline’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at Eline’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
259 books
|
38 friends
662 books
|
41 friends
26 books
|
30 friends
649 books
|
76 friends
3,627 books
|
359 friends
100 books
|
58 friends
267 books
|
102 friends
298 books
|
11 friends
More friends…
Favorite Genres
Art, Biography, Classics, Contemporary, Fiction, Historical fiction, History, Memoir, Philosophy, Poetry, Religion, and Travel
Polls voted on by Eline
Lists liked by Eline
