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Back to my roots. Missed my girl

Holy SHIT this is good

“Sabina took the camera from her, and Tereza took off her clothes. There she stood before Sabina naked and disarmed. Literally disarmed: deprived of the apparatus she had been using to cover her face and aim at Sabina like a weapon. She was completely at the mercy of Tomas’s mistress. This beautiful submission intoxicated Tereza. She wished that the moment she stood naked opposite Sabina would never end.”

“Tereza’s mother never stopped reminding her that being a mother meant sacrificing everything. […] Tereza would listen and believe that being a mother was the highest value in life and that being a mother was a great sacrifice. If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.”

“Staring at herself for long stretches of time, she was occasionally upset at the sight of her mother’s features in her face. She would stare all the more doggedly at her image in an attempt to wish them away and keep only what was hers alone. Each time she succeeded was a time of intoxication.”

“Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love.”

“He smelled the delicate aroma of her fever and breathed it in, as if trying to glut himself with the intimacy of her body. And all at once he fancied she had been with him for many years and was dying. He had a sudden clear feeling that he would not survive her death. He would lie down beside her and want to die with her.”

WHY ARE THEY ALL DYING

“I want to fathom her secrets; I would like her to come to me and say: ‘I love you,’ and if not that, if such madness is inconceivable, then… well, what is there for me to wish for? Do I really know what I want? I’m done for; all I want is to be in her presence, in her light, in her radiance, for ever, always, my whole life. I don’t know anything else!”

“It never ceased to amaze me, until suddenly one day I felt beautiful and holy for having had the courage to hold on to my sanity after all I’d seen and been through, body and soul, in too loud a solitude, and slowly I came to the realization that my work was hurtling me headlong into an infinite field of omnipotence.”

“Do you know that some day I will kill you? I won’t kill you because I have stopped loving you or because I’m jealous of you, but I’ll kill you simply because sometimes I want to devour you.”

“And yet, I swear by all that is holy, that if she had indeed said to me on the Schlangenberg, on that fashionable peak: ‘Throw yourself down’, then I would have thrown myself at one, and even with delight. I knew that.”

“And as I helped him up, I felt him shake all over, so I asked him to forgive me, without knowing what for, but that was my lot, asking forgiveness, I even asked forgiveness of myself for being what I was, what it was my nature to be.”

“I asked her to forgive me, because I always feel I’m to blame for everything—anything that happens, anything I ever read about in the papers.”

“Well, I just stood there, and as the last car disappeared into the mist, I felt the rain on my face merging with tears, so when on my way out of the station I saw a policeman in uniform, I crossed my wrists and begged him with the utmost sincerity to take out his handcuffs, his bracelets, as we used to call them, and take me in—I’d committed a crime, a crime against humanity.”

“‘About the Aeon binding that gigantic hemalurgy-adjacent spike to the spiritual aspect of the splintered Ambitional entity? What I can’t figure out is how someone attached an Aeon to silver; must be some kind of, I don’t know, padding of purified investiture? Maybe some repurposed breaths?’
The three shared befuddled looks at the string of absolute nonsense.”

“Less a sword, more like—well, a giant nail or spike.”
OH FUCK OFF

“How can a heart expression find? / How should another know your mind? / Will he discern what quickens you? / A thought once uttered is untrue.”

Fuck he’s actually really endearing

“‘Katerina Sergeyevna,’ he said in a trembling voice, and clenching his fists, ‘I love you forever, irrevocably, and I love only you.’”

“‘It was I who challenged him.’
‘But goodness, there’s blood on you!’
‘And did you suppose I had water in my veins?’”

“That’s right! I realize we are already quite far into this tale, but I can now—finally—tell you what it is actually about. This is a murder mystery, and I was the victim.”

“She’s too good. Too kind-hearted. It’s nothing but kindness. I’m drowning in auntie’s kindness, I’m sucking on her sweet candy, and according to her—I’m still two years old, and anyway, do I exist for her? I don’t, my hair is uncle Edward’s, my nose is my father’s, my eyes are my mother’s, my chin belongs to the Pifczyckis, I’m a collection of the family’s body parts.”

“‘There will be a bottle of champagne?’ queried Bazarov.
‘Three!’ cried Sitnikov. ‘I’ll answer for that!’
‘With what?’
‘My own head.’
‘Your father’s money-bags would be better. However, let’s go.’”

“‘and in the meantime Arkady and I will—‘
‘Jeer at everything,’ broke in Pavel Petrovich.
‘No, go and dissect frogs. Come along, Arkady.’”