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“Only now, in rhythmic waves, was she struck by her stupidity, her blindness, her estheronautiness, and, above all, her longing, the insult of the power of her longing, and she knew very well that is was these shortcomings that had made her so eager to interweave in his story the threads of her secret dreams of candor and of painful, purifying honesty; of a generous togetherness in which everything was possible. For a moment, with all that had been spun and stabbed and defiled within her, her face took on the expression of a frightened, abandoned girl who lunges out to bite, who lives unimaginably close to the skin’s surface, ready to be drawn out like a final plan of retreat.” DreamsHonestyLongingStory Book:Her Body Knows Source: Her Body Knows
“One of the greatest skills any leader can master is becoming comfortable with silence.” SilenceListeningSkillsMaster Author:David Grossman
“again, her singing was her only absolute, the only thing that was completely her. a thousand classes hadn't given her this concrete insight: her voice was her place in the world, the home she leaves in the morning and returns to at night, in which she can be herself in her entirety and hope to be loved for all that she is and in spite of all she is.” HomeVoice Book:Someone to Run With Source: Someone to Run With
“and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am” HomeStory Book:Her Body Knows Source: Her Body Knows
“Then a calm fell upon him. The gushing began from all sorts of places, all over his body. He heard pleasurable little giggles on the outer edges of his mind, in the dark creases behind his thoughts. He felt good, better than he’d felt in years. As if he were inside a huge embrace. And he felt as if he had finally reached the right place, his home, his motherland.” HomeGush Book:Her Body Knows Source: Her Body Knows
“Dopo aver fatto l'amore, dormiremo abbracciati. La tua schiena contro il mio ventre. E io stringerò le dita dei piedi attorno alle tue caviglie, come delle mollette, perché tu non possa volar via la notte. Saremo come un'immagine in un libro di scienze: un frutto tagliato a metà, tu la buccia e io il torsolo.” LovePassionAmoreSesso Book:Be My Knife Source: Be My Knife
“Mi ha fatto molto piacere e mi ha fatto anche molto male. Non avevo mai conosciuto in vita mia un piacere e un dolore simili, così fusi insieme. Prometto che non ti scriverò e che non cercherò di mettermi in contatto con te. Non ti importunerò mai più. A malincuore chiuderò la porta che ti ho aperto con tanta gioia. Ma se per qualche motivo deciderai di di tornare da me, devi sapere che in questa fase della mia vita ho bisogno della tua disponibilità più completa e della tua capacità di comprensione più profonda. Ho bisogno che tu fluisca liberamente verso di me, senza alcun ostacolo esterno. Ne ho bisogno come dell'aria che respiro. Se non puoi donarmi tutto questo, non venire. Davvero: non venire. Perché probabilmente mi sono sbagliata sul tuo conto...” Libri Author:David Grossman
“Scrivi, racconta, ogni giorno sprecato è un delitto.” IsraelScrivereRaccontareDavid GrossmanChe Tu Sia Per Me Il Coltello Book:Che tu sia per me il coltello Source: Che tu sia per me il coltello
“Sorgen dömer den levande till en ensamhet utan like, som ensamheten i vilken sjukdomen innesluter den sjuke -” Sorg Book:Falling Out of Time Source: Falling Out of Time
“Jag vill lära mig att skilja minnet från smärtan. Eller åtminstone delvis, så mycket det är möjligt, för att allt som varit inte ska vara till den grad indränkt i smärta. Då ska jag kunna komma ihåg dig mer, du förstår: jag ska inte frukta varje gång minnets brinnande smärta.” SorgSmärtaMinne Book:Falling Out of Time Source: Falling Out of Time
“Och han är död, jag förstår nästan betydelsen av dessa ljud: Barnet är dött. Jag erkänner att dessa ord rymmer en sanning. Han är död. Han är död. Men hans död, hans död är inte död.” SorgDöden Book:Falling Out of Time Source: Falling Out of Time
“Quello che intendo dire è che, se solo potessi raccogliere un po’ di quelle briciole dell’anima, forse potrei comporle in un mosaico completo e capirei finalmente qualcosa, il principio che mi mantiene unito, non credi? Sto parlando di cose che non hanno un nome, cose che nel corso della vita si accumulano sul fondo dell’anima, sedimenti e strati di terriccio. Se mi chiedessi di descriverteli, non saprei da che parte cominciare, non avrei la parole adatte.” IsraeliKafkaLetter WritingDavid GrossmanChe Tu Sia Per Me Il Coltello Book:Che tu sia per me il coltello Source: Che tu sia per me il coltello
“Con le lacrime agli occhi, quel giorno mi hai chiesto che orologio avessi e io ho riso, dicendo che non era un particolare importante. Al che, immediatamente, hai risposto: "Tutto è importante, come fai a non capire che tutto quello che racconti è importante e prezioso per me? Tutti i tuoi particolari.” David Grossman Book:Che tu sia per me il coltello Source: Che tu sia per me il coltello
“Sì, certo. Di strette al cuore tu ne sai qualcosa. Forse sei addirittura un'esperta, a modo tuo. L'ho capito guardandoti. E anch'io, evidentemente, sono già riuscito a far soffrire il tuo cuore, a fargli provare qualche stretta. Ma fino a questo punto? Davvero? Come se tu avessi perso qualcosa di prezioso, di agognato, un attimo prima di averlo ottenuto? Almeno dimmi cos'era questo qualcosa di prezioso (perché mi renda conto di cosa può esserci in me).” David Grossman Book:Che tu sia per me il coltello Source: Che tu sia per me il coltello
“The passing time is painful. I have lost the art of moving simply, naturally, within it. I am swept back against its flow. Angry, vindictive, it pierces me all the time, all the time with its spikes.” Time Book:Falling Out of Time Source: Falling Out of Time
“En tunnistanut itseäni, kun olin hänen kanssaan. En tunnistanut innostunutta, eloisaa poikaa, joka minusta kuoriutui. En tunnistanut ohimoilleni nousevaa kuumotusta, vaikka se johtui ajatusten kiihkosta ja mielikuvituksen lennosta. Enkä enimmäkseen tunnistanut mielihyvää, jolla minut palkittiin uudesta lahjakkuudestani: kun silmät laajenivat hämmästyksestä ja ilosta ja naurusta. Syvänsinistä loistoa. Sellaisena valuuttana palkkioni sain, voisi kai sanoa.” LapsuusYstävyysMielikuvitus Book:Komt een paard de kroeg binnen Source: Komt een paard de kroeg binnen
“Today the data linking violence in the media to violence in society are superior to those linking cancer and tobacco.” TodayViolenceMediaCancerSuperiorsDataTobaccoMedia Violence Author:David Grossman
“And there will be a time, not for long, a month is enough, or a week, when every single person will be able to completely fulfill what they were meant to be—everything their bodies and souls have offered them, not what other people have dumped on them.” PeoplePersonsLongSoulEnoughBodyAbleWeekMonthsMeant To BeSingle PersonWere Meant To BeDumped Author:David Grossman
“I write, and I feel how the correct and precise use of words is sometimes like a remedy to an illness. Like a contraption for purifying the air, I breathe in and exhale the murkiness and manipulations of linguistic scoundrels and language rapists of all shades and colors. I write and I feel how the tenderness and intimacy I maintain with language, with its different layers, its eroticism and humor and soul, give me back the person I used to be, me, before my self became nationalized and confiscated by the conflict, by governments and armies, by despair and tragedy.” GivingFeelsWritingPersonsDifferentSoulSelfSometimesUseGovernmentUsedLanguageAirColorConflictDespairGive MeTragedyArmyIllnessBreatheUsed To BeIntimacyManipulationShadeLayersTendernessRemedyPreciseScoundrelsPurifying Author:David Grossman
“The primary urge that motivates and engenders writing...is the writer's desire to invent and tell a story, and to know himself. But the more I write, the more I feel the force of the other urge, which collaborates with and completes the first one: the desire to know the Other from within him. To feel what it means to be another person. To be able to touch, if only for a moment, the blaze that burns within another human being.” IfsKnowsFeelsWritingFirstsHumansMeanPersonsMomentsStoriesAbleDesireForceHuman BeingsPrimariesUrges Author:David Grossman
“We write. How fortunate we are: The world does not close in on us. The world does not grow smaller.” WorldWritingDoeGrowsFortunate Book:Writing in the Dark: Essays on Literature and Politics Source: Writing in the Dark: Essays on Literature and Politics
“I write. I imagine. The act of imagining in itself enlivens me. I am not frozen and paralyzed before the predator. I invent characters. At times I feel as if I am digging up people from the ice in which reality enshrouded them, but maybe, more than anything else, it is myself that I am now digging up.” PeopleIfsFeelsWritingCharacterRealityImagineIceFrozenDiggingPredatorParalyzed Author:David Grossman
“I like to do things that frighten me. When I’m afraid, I understand more things. I want the feeling... All my instincts cry out against it, every morning anew. Then I say, ‘I should do it. If I don’t do it, no one will do it for me.” IfsWantShouldFeelingsMorningCryInstinctEvery Morning Author:David Grossman
“You describe your reality in the highest resolution even when it’s a nightmare and in doing so, you live your own life, not a cliche others have formulated for you.” RealityHighestNightmareResolutionClicheLive Your Own Life Author:David Grossman