“To set one's name to a work gives no one a title to be remembered, for who knows how many of the best of men have gone without a trace?” OblivionPosterityAuthorship Book:The Rings of Saturn Source: The Rings of Saturn
“It is hard, said Mme Landau, when I told her about those railway lessons, in the end it is hard to know what it is that someone dies of. Yes, it is very hard, said Mme Landau, one really doesn't know.” DeathKnowing Book:The Emigrants Source: The Emigrants
“The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten.” DespairPhilosophy Of LifeNihilismPostmodernism Book:The Rings of Saturn Source: The Rings of Saturn
“If you knew every cranny of my heart you would yet be ignorant of the pain my happy memories bring” HappinessMemoriesSadness Author:W.G. Sebald
“The tiny features below, taken together with the gentle mass of Montblanc towering above them, the Vanoise glacier almost invisible in the shimmering distance, and the Alpine panorama that occupied half the horizon, had for the first time in her life awoken in her a sense of the contrarieties that are in our longings.” NatureHuman NatureContradiction Book:The Emigrants Source: The Emigrants
“Alphonso once told his great-nephew and me that everything was fading before our eyes, and that many of the loveliest of colours had already disappeared, or existed only where no one saw them, in the submarine gardens fathoms deep below the surface of the sea.” NostalgiaMelancholy Book:Austerlitz Source: Austerlitz
“…the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead, that only occasionally, in certain lights and atmospheric conditions, do we appear in their field of vision.” LifeDeath Book:Austerlitz Source: Austerlitz
“Tudo parecia organizado da melhor forma possível, como se de fato o mundo constasse somente de palavras, como se assim o próprio horror fosse trazido para dimensões seguras, como se para cada aspecto de uma coisa houvesse um reverso, para cada mal um bem, para cada dissabor um prazer, para cada infelicidade uma felicidade e para cada mentira um quinhão de verdade.” TruthHappinessDictionaryPortuguese Book:Vertigo Source: Vertigo
“From the first smouldering taper to the elegant lanterns whose light reverberated around eighteenth-century courtyards and from the mild radiance of those lanterns to the unearthly glow of the sodium lamps that line the Belgian motorways, it has all been combustion. Combustion is the hidden principle behind every artefact we create. The making of a fish-hook, manufacture of a china cup, or production of a television programme, all depend on the same process of combustion. Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.” Combustion Book:The Rings of Saturn Source: The Rings of Saturn
“A strikingly large number of our settlements are oriented to the west and, where circumstances permit, relocate in a westward direction. The east stands for lost causes. Especially at the time that the continent of America was being colonized, it was noticeable that the townships spread to the west even was their eastern districts were falling apart.” CitiesTownsWestEastCompassSettlement Book:The Rings of Saturn Source: The Rings of Saturn
“También es cierto que no soy capaz de preservarme de mis recuerdos, que con tanta asiduidad y tan de improviso me subyugan, si no es escribiendo. Si permanecieran aprisionados en mi memoria, con el paso del tiempo se tornarían más y más pesados, de modo que yo acabaría por desmoronarme bajo su carga en constante aumento. Durante meses y años los recuerdos reposan adormecidos en nuestro interior y siguen proliferando en silencio hasta que son evocados por una frusleria cualquiera, y de una forma extraña nos ciegan para toda la vida. ¡Cuantas veces no habré tenido por un negocio ignominioso mis recuerdos y la trasposición del recuerdo a la escritura, en el fondo reprobable! Y, sin embargo, ¿qué sería de nosotros sin los recuerdos? No seríamos capaces de clasificar los pensamientos más sencillos, el corazón más sensible perdería la capacidad de profesar afecto por otro, nuestro ser sólo se conformaría de una sucesión infinita de momentos sin sentido, y no existiría más la huella de un pasado. ¡Qué mísera es nuestra vida! Está tan colmada de fantasías erróneas, es tan vana, que casi se reduce a la sombra de las quimeras que nuestra memoria deja en libertad.” PastHistoryMemoryRecuerdosRecuerdos Pasado Book:The Rings of Saturn Source: The Rings of Saturn