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„The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid. Mine started to seep through its container as early as the next morning, when…“

„How did I never realize I'm a beggar too? I've never asked for spare change but I beg for the love of my husband who has two mistresses, I beg for God's sake for people to think I'm pretty, cheerful and acceptable, and my soul's clothing is in tatters.?“

„Now she understood why she'd married the first time and was auctioned off: who'll bid higher? who'll bid higher? Sold, then. Yes, she'd married the first time to the man who 'bid the highest,' she accepted him because he was rich and slightly above her social class. She had sold herself…

„Her head was full of parties, parties, parties. Celebrating what? Celebrating someone else's wound? One thing united them: both had a vocation for money. The beggar spent every cent he had, whereas Carla's husband, the banker, accumulated money. His bread and butter was the Stock Market, and inflation, and profit. The beggar's bread and butter was his round gaping wound…

“Angela left the train.
Naturally this hadn't the slightest importance: there are people who are always led to regret, it's a trait of certain guilty natures. But what kept disturbing her was the vision of the old woman when she awoke, the image of her astonished face across from Angela's empty seat. After all who knew if she had fallen asleep out of trust in her.
Trust in the world.”

“Meanwhile there was Angela Pralini effervescing like
the bubbles in Caxambu mineral water, she was one: all of a sudden. Just like that: suddenly. Suddenly what? Just. suddenly. Zero. Nothing. She was thirty-seven and planning at any moment to start her life over. Like the litle effervescent bubbles in Caxambu water. The seven letters in Pralini gave her strength. The seven letters in Angela made her anonymous.”

„ Angela Pralini had thoughts so deep there were no words to express them. It was a lie to say you could only have one thought at a time: she had many thoughts that intersected and were multiple.”

„Simone walked about naked under a white dress that was flimsy enough to hint at the red garter-belt underneath and, in certain positions, even at her pussy. Furthermore, everything in this city contributed to making her radiate such sensuality that when we passed through the torrid streets,…

„I stretched out in the grass, my skull on a large, flat rock and my eyes staring straight up at the Milky Way, that strange breach of astral sperm and heavenly urine across the cranial vault formed by the ring of constellations: that open crack at the summit of the sky, apparently made…

„But then it so happened that the woman also had the following thought: it was too late to have a destiny. She thought she would readily trade places with another being. That's when it occurred to her that there wasn't anyone to trade places with: no matter what she was, she was she and couldn't be transformed into another unique individual. Everyone was unique. So was Senhora Jorge B. Xavier.“

„I pick up another egg in the kitchen, I break its shell and shape. And from this precise moment there was never an egg. It is absolutely essential that I be a busy and distracted person. I am necessarily one of those people who refuse. I belong to that Masonic society of those who once saw the egg and refused it as a way to protect it. We are the ones who abstain from destroying, and by doing so are consumed…“

The philosophy around the egg
„in the morning in the kitchen on the table I see the egg.
Hook at the egg with a single gaze. Immediately I perceive that one cannot be seeing an egg. Seeing an egg never remains in the present: as soon as I see an egg it already becomes having seen an egg three millennia ago. - At the very instant of seeing the egg it is the memory of an egg…“

„Our forefathers were still able to experience the misfortunes as well as the endeavours and joys of others, because their gaze was confined to horizons they could encompass. We attempt to feel the misfortunes and the endeavours of the whole world, but in reality we experience nothing. We have grown old and dull.“

“Out of his isolation man can be liberated not only by love but also by hate. Hate is mistakenly regarded as the opposite of love, whereas in reality it stands alongside love and the opposite of both of them is loneliness. We often believe that we are tied to someone by love, and meanwhile we're only tied to them by hate, which we prefer to loneliness.”

“Her slight body ceaseless rears against mine, she trembles with delight, her eyes grow misty. Devoutly she begs me not to leave her, again and again she wants me, she knows no respite in love-making any more than in her work, any more than in anything she undertakes, she sweeps me along like a vortex, she rouses in me a strength I never suspected I had...”

So touching.
“And I said nothing, even though that evening I wanted to be with her, to stay with her, to shield her from the icy waters, whose roar I’d managed to hear myself at the moment of total silence. But who stay with my wife, who’d embrace her in the silence, which would enfold her? To whom would she turn when fear gripped her?”

“Saintliness had been invented by those who were afraid of life and real emotions. That’s why they elevated ecstatic rapture to something we should look up to, to something we should regard as a model.”

“The apocalypse can take different forms. The least dramatic, at first sight, is the one in which Man perishes under an avalanche of useless objects, emptied words, and excessive activity.”

“or prams.
I was reminded of the woman whose things I'd moved. She had a dead soul, she believed in Armageddon, and she took delight in things she'd saved from the dustbins. She probably used them to fill the emptiness that had remained within her after her soul had died….

Very interesting.
“What I am trying to say is that one can't indulge in love at any price. Like at the expense of others.
You think that's what we were doing?
You don't think so?
You are asking me? You who were always ready to sacrifice me?
As if I wasn't a human being at all, as if only she was one. Why don't you say something? You're angry now. Wait, wait a moment, surely you admit that you've always decided…

“… the unsuccessful lover Franz Kafka, was preparing for his fall into the black pit, where his brittle soul concurred with his sick lungs that they would give up the exhausting struggle.”

“I know that to remain with one’s past partner when one has come to like another person is considered weakness or even betrayal of ourselves and the person we now love.”

“ there is nothing by which person can justify a lie. It corrodes the soul just as much as indifference or hate. There are many ways of destroying one’s soul.”

“ she also wrote to me that she loved me to the point of feeling anguish and pain, that she experienced a terrible pain because I was not with her at this moment, just now on everything that was good in her was crying out to me.”

“ I needed to go somewhere in the morning, at least I’d now have a natural objective for a while: sit out somewhere, perform whatever kind of activity and listen to whatever kind of talk, just so I don’t have to sit amidst the silence, listening to the snapping of the threads.”

“ we live because there are a number of encounters ahead of us, for the sake of which living is worthwhile. Encounters with people who will emerge when we least expect them, and we shall exchange with them, tenderness, wisdom, or love.”

“It was then I realised the amazing power of literature and of the human imagination generally: to make the dead live and to stop the living from dying.”

BS…
“Where death hovers there also love flourishes - but what could I know about that, being seven at the outbreak of the war?”

“A person never sees himself, at best he sees his own light in another person's eyes, and that only at moments of special grace.”