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Hapworth 16, 1924

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“Ask me something else, Sybil," he said. "That's a fine bathing suit you have on. If there's one thing I like, it's a blue bathing suit." Sybil stared at him, then looked down at her protruding stomach. "This is a yellow," she said. "This is a yellow." "It is? Come a little closer." Sybil took a step forward. "You're absolutely right. What a fool I am.”

“Think about this truck. Make believe this is not the darkest, wettest, most miserable Army truck you have ever ridden in. This truck, you've got to tell yourself, is full of roses and blondes and vitamins. This here is a real pretty truck. This is a swell truck. You were lucky to get this job tonight. When you get back from the dance...Choose yo' pahtnuhs, folks!... you can write an immortal poem about this truck. This truck is a potential poem. You can call it, "Trucks I Have Rode In", or "War and Peace", or "This Sandwich Has No Mayonnaise." Keep it simple.”

“چیزی که دنبالش می‌گشتم یه جور احساس خدافظی بود. می‌خوام بگم از خیلی مدرسه‌ها و جاهای دیگه رفته‌م بی‌این‌که بدونم دارم واسه همیشه می‌رم. از این خیلی شاکی می‌شم. به درک که خدافظیش غم‌انگیز یا ناجوره ولی وقتی دارم از جایی می‌رم دوس دارم بدونم که دارم می‌رم. آدم اگه ندونه داره واسه همیشه از جایی می‌ره احساسش از خدافظی هم بدتره.”

“Madness Quote #8 Ask me something else, Sybil," he said. "That's a fine bathing suit you have on. If there's one thing I like, it's a blue bathing suit." Sybil stared at him, then looked down at her protruding stomach. "This is a yellow," she said. "This is a yellow." "It is? Come a little closer." Sybil took a step forward. "You're absolutely right. What a fool I am.”

“Muita gente já tinha chegado de férias e acho que havia mais ou menos um milhão de garotas por ali, sentada ou em pé esperando os namorados… Era realmente uma paisagem interessante. De certo modo, também era meio deprimente, porque a gente ficava pensando o que ia acontecer com todas elas. Quer dizer, depois que terminassem o ginásio e a faculdade. A maioria ia provavelmente casar com uns bobalhões. Esses sujeitos que vivem dizendo quantos quilômetros fazem com um litro de gasolina. Sujeitos que ficam doentes de raiva, igualzinho a umas crianças, se perdem no golfe ou até mesmo num jogo besta como pingue-pongue. Sujeitos que são um bocado perversos. Sujeitos que nunca na vida abriram um livro. Sujeitos chatos pra burro.”