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“Încercăm să fim maturi și să ne iubim unul pe altul și să înțelegem cum naiba se conectează cablurile USB, Căutăm ceva de care să ne ținem, ceva pentru care să luptăm și ceva la care să visăm. [...] Avem în comun aceste lucruri, deși majoritatea rămânem străini unul pentru celălalt. Nu știm ce ne facem unul altuia, cum ne influențăm viețile. Astăzi am trecut, poate, grăbiți unul pe lângă celălalt și niciunul n-a observat. [...] Apoi ne-am îndepărtat. Nu știu cine ești. Dar, când ajungi seara acasă, când ziua s-a încheiat și noaptea ne ia în stăpânire, trage adânc aer în piept! Căci am făcut față încă unei zile. Iar mâine vine alta.”

“The only thing you can rely on in all towns, big and small alike, is that there will be broken people. It's nothing to do with the place, just life; it can beat us up. And if that happens, it's easy to find your way to a pub; bars can quickly become sad places. Someone who has nowhere else to go can grasp a glass a little too tightly; someone who's tired of falling can take refuge in the bottom of a bottle, seeing as you can't fall much further from there.”

“Oh, those are all our very best moments, when we’re wasting our lives. It’s an act of magnificent rebellion to do meaningless things, to waste time, to swim and drink soda and sleep late. To be silly and frivolous, to laugh at stupid little jokes and tell stupid little stories. Or to paint big paintings, the biggest you can manage, and to try to learn to whisper in color. To look for a way to show other people: this was me, these were my humans, these were our farts. These were our bodies, and they were small, far too small, because they couldn’t contain all our love. That’s all of life. All we can hope for. You mustn’t think about the fact that it might end, because then you live like a coward, you never love too much or sing too loudly. You have to take it for granted, the artist thinks, the whole thing: sunrises and slow Sunday mornings and water balloons and another person’s breath against your neck. That’s the only courageous thing a person can do.”

“The artist would remember being fourteen as feeling like he was always homesick, because he realized as an adult that that was what the emptiness in his chest was: some of us are born in the wrong place, the whole of our childhood is like being shipwrecked on a dessert island, we ache with homesickness without knowing what home is yet. That's all childhood friends are, people stuck on the same island. If you find a single one of them, you can cope with almost anything.”