I Quotes
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“Iubirea este o beție.Nu a simțurilor, ci a sufletelor.”
Source: Приют грез / Станция на горизонте / Земля обетованная
“Iubirea este o comoară fără preţ, cu care poţi dobândi o lume întreagă, care-ţi îngăduie să răscumperi nu numai păcatele tale, dar şi pe ale altora.”
Source: Frații Karamazov
“Iubirea este o luptă, o luptă sublimă, o luptă ce depășește fațetele ego-unui, ale mândriei și ale mărginirii ignorate.”
Source: Iubind-o pe ea
“Iubirea este o treabă pentru oameni mari, nu un joc pentru țânci.Nu seamănă deloc cu leapșa din copilărie, ci mai degrabă, cu studii arhitecturale- construiești încrederea, respectul, grija, iubirea și, la final, un cămin pentru amândoi.”
Source: Jurnalul unui Adam
“Iubirea este rezultatul coliziunii violente a două destine.”
Source: Jurnalul unui Adam
“Iubirea este şi foarte fragilă şi foarte puternică în acelaşi timp.E fragilă ca un copil care plânge după bomboane şi puternică asemenea unui suflet liber, capabil să zboare.”
Source: Ce ne spunem când nu ne vorbim
“Iubirea gaseste toate raspunsurile singuritatii si le anuleaza.”
“Iubirea ne face să fim niște războinici fără scrupule.”
Source: Destinule, să te vedem ce poți!
“Iubirea nu e un apendice de care să scapi când îţi convine ţie.”
Source: Ce ne spunem când nu ne vorbim
“Iubirea se epuizase prin satisfacerea senzualității și rămăseserăm noi, unul împotriva celuilalt, în adevărata noastră relație, adică doi egoiști, complet străini unul față de celălalt, care doreau să obțină cât mai multă plăcere unul prin celălalt.”
Source: The Kreutzer Sonata
“Iubirea trebuie întreținută, trebuia îngrijită, la fel ca o floare pe care o uzi în fiecare zi. Ea crește, te înalță și parcă îți zâmbește satisfăcută atunci când înflorește.”
“Iubirea-un amalgam de simțuri și de gusturi infinite!”
Source: Iubind-o pe ea
“Iubirea înseamnă contopirea supremă, egoismul maxim în dăruirea cea mai profundă a sinelui și tot ce ai.”
“Iubirea înseamnă să ţii la cineva foarte mult. Să simţi că acea persoană contează pentru tine, ca şi când întreaga ta viaţă ar fi mai tristă fără ea.”
Source: Eve
“IV
Não vou recordar o Olimpo grandioso,
Nem seus deuses por ele já invocados;
Não pretendo esqueçam quão maravilhoso
nos foi, por ele, outrora cantado…
Tão-somente, e sem ser pretensioso,
… quero acordar do sonho inacabado,
Despertar minha Pátria do ocioso,
Deixar algo mais de quanto me foi dado.”
Source: Esta é a Ditosa Pátria Minha Amada
“IV
REVEILLE
Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
Wake: the vaulted shadow shaatters,
Trampled to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.
Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty highways crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?"
Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover;
Breath's a ware that will not keep
Up, lad: when the journey's over
There'll be time enough to sleep.”
Source: A Shropshire Lad
“iv. who was it who invented size zero? who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?”
Source: The Realm of Possibility
“Ivan and Misha is the great American Russian Novel told as Chekhov would tell it, in stories of delicacy, humanity, and insight. From Kiev to Manhattan, Brighton Beach and Bellevue, Michael Alenyikov lays out a series of compelling arguments for brotherhood between brothers, between lovers, between men from an old country. Alenyikov confronts big subjects—illness and madness, sex and love in the age of AIDS, old and new world values, a fallen wall, the metaphysics of survival, the march of generations.”
“Ivan gabbled something in Shu that I didn't understand. The giant just laughed.
"You speak Shu like a tourist," he said.”
Source: Siege and Storm
“Ivan had contrived somehow in the dark of night to replace every watermelon in the watermelon patch with a gravestone, and every gravestone in the engraver's lot with a watermelon”
Source: Graceling
“Ivan Ilych saw that he was dying, and he was in continual despair. In the depth of his heart he knew he was dying, but not only was he not accustomed to the thought, he simply did not and could not grasp it. The syllogism he had learnt from Kiesewetter's Logic: "Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal," had always seemed to him correct as applied to Caius, but certainly not as applied to himself. That Caius - man in the abstract - was mortal, was perfectly correct, but he was not Caius, not an abstract man, but a creature quite, quite separate from all others.”
Source: The Death of Ivan Ilych: English-Russian Parallel Text Edition
“Ivan Ilych's life had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.”
Source: The Death of Ivan Ilyich: Easyread Edition
“Ivan Law’s name was added to the homicide file by LAPD who will be solely responsible for solving the murders of Tupac Shakur and Christopher Wallace (Notorious B.I.G.)1. According to a source, LAPD robbery homicide detective Lieutenant Thompson said "I am Adding your name Ivan Law to the Biggie Homicide file. I have Dr Dre’s address I’m going to interview him for the murders of Biggie,"2 which suggests that Dr. Dre is being investigated for the murder of Christopher Wallace.”
“Ivan Lendl is a robot, a solitary, mechanical man who lives with his dogs behind towering walls at his estate in Connecticut. A man who so badly wants to have a more human image that he's having surgery to remove the bolts from his neck.”
“Ivan Lendl's never going to be a great player on grass. The only time he comes to the net is to shake your hand.”
“Ivan said, If only we could eat violin music.”
Source: Deathless
“Ivan tells Anna: "I used to imagine that being embraced by a woman . . . as something so wonderful that it would make me forget everthing . . . [But] happiness, it turns out, will be to share with you the burden I can't share with anyone else.”
“Ivan, the Russian sharpshooter, was sitting, gun in hand, behind one of Borg’s men on a motorbike further down South Eaton Place. The wooden barriers, the parked lorry and the elderly gentleman with the stick were all part of Isaac Walsh’s plan, aimed at hampering the policemen and giving Abbott a chance to escape.”
Source: Death of an Officer
“Ivanka Trump is for climate change. Ivanka is all for single-parent families, and so she's as close to liberal as you're gonna get in her dad's inner circle.”
“Ivanka Trump should probably run for office one day.”
“Ivanov: And this whole romance of ours is commonplace and trite: he lost heart, and he lost his way. She came along, strong and brave in spirit, and gave him an helping hand. That's all very well and plausible in novels, but in life...
Sasha: In life it's the same.
Ivanov: I see you have a fine understanding of life!”
Source: Ivanov
“Ivanov had been a party member since 1902. Back then he had tried to write stories in the manner of Tolstoy, Chekhov, Gorky, or rather he had tried to plagiarize them without much success, which led him, after long reflection (a whole summer night), to the astute decision that he should write in the manner of Odoevsky and Lazhechnikov. Fifty percent Odoevsky and fifty percent Lazhecknikov. This went over well, in part because readers, their memories mostly faulty, had forgotten poor Odoevsky (1803-1869) and poor Lazhechnikov (1792-1869), who died the same year, and in part because literary criticism, as keen as ever, neither extrapolated nor made the connection nor noticed a thing.”
Source: 2666
“Ivanov: I am a bad, pathetic and worthless individual. One needs to be pathetic, too, worn out and drained by drink, like Pasha, to be still fond of me and to respect me. My God, how I despise myself! I so deeply loathe my voice, my walk, my hands, these clothes, my thoughts. Well, isn't that funny, isn't that shocking? Less than a year ago I was healthy and strong, I was cheerful, tireless, passionate, I worked with these very hands, I could speak to move even Philistines to tears, I could cry when I saw grief, I became indignant when I encountered evil. I knew inspiration, I knew the charm and poetry of quiet nights when from dusk to dawn you sit at your desk or indulge you mind with dreams. I believed, I looked into the future as into the eyes of my own mother... And now, my God, I am exhausted, I do not believe, I spend my days and nights in idleness.”
Source: Ivanov
“Ivanov: No, my clever young thing, it's not a question of romance. I say as before God that I will endure everything - depression and mental illness and ruin and the loss of my wife and premature old age and loneliness - but I cannot tolerate, cannot endure being ridiculous in my own eyes. I'm dying of shame at the thought that I, a healthy, strong man, have turned into some sort of Hamlet or Manfred, some sort of 'superfluous man'... devil knows precisely what!
There are pitiful people who are flattered by being called Hamlet or superfluous men, but for me it's a disgrace! It stirs up my pride, I'm overcome by shame and I suffer...”
Source: Ivanov
“Ivanov's fear was of a literary nature. That is, it was the fear that afflicts most citizens who, one fine (or dark) day, choose to make the practice of writing, and especially the practice of fiction writing, an integral part of their lives. Fear of being no good. Also fear of being overlooked. But above all, fear of being no good. Fear that one's efforts and striving will come to nothing. Fear of the step that leaves no trace. Fear of the forces of chance and nature that wipe away shallow prints. Fear of dining alone and unnoticed. Fear of going unrecognized. Fear of failure and making a spectacle of oneself. But above all, fear of being no good. Fear of forever dwelling in the hell of bad writers.”
Source: 2666
“Ivanov: With a heavy head, with a slothful spirit, exhausted, overstretched, broken, without faith, without love, without a goal, I roam like a shadow among men and I don't know who I am, why I'm alive, what I want. And I now think that love is nonsense, that embraces are cloying, that there's no sense in work, that song and passionate speeches are vulgar and outmoded. And everywhere I take with me depression, chill boredom, dissatisfaction, revulsion from life... I am destroyed, irretrievably!”
Source: Ivanov
“Ivanov: Once I worked hard and thought a lot but I never got tired; now I do nothing and think of nothing, but I'm tired in body and spirit. My conscience aches day and night, I feel deeply guilty but I don't understand where I am actually at fault. And add to that my wife's illness, my lack of money, the constant bickering, gossip, unnecessary conversations, that stupid Borkin... My home has become loathsome to me and I find living there worse than torture.”
“Ivar grabbed hold of my shoulders, swung me into a strung-up fishing net, and then smashed me into a set of shelves. Clutter rained down on me, and I fought my way to the surface, clawing free of the net. Ivar's fingers curled around my shirt and lifted me until I was eye level with her.
"I'm going to enjoy killing you," she sneered. "And when you come back, I'll enjoy killing you again. If the Enshi doesn't eat your soul, I'll gladly eat your heart."
Instead of replying, I stabbed her in the gut with a Khopesh. Her eyes bulged and she dropped me. I pulled the flaming sword out and slashed, but she caught my wrist before my blade could catch her skin, and she hissed, pulling her lips back viciously.
"Wrong move." Her flesh healed shut with only an ugly marbled scar left behind. She lashed her black power at me, striking me across the chest like a whip, and I staggered back. I shook off the blow and saw her lunge for me through the smoky remains of her attack. My own power detonated in a deafening explosion of white and collided with her. It blew her through the cabin, and she crashed through the wall and flew back out on the other side of the deck in a storm of fiberglass and steel.”
Source: Angelfire
“Ive allways wondered what the 4 letters in the word LIFE stands for. I know understand that it stands for: Little Interesting Facts Everyday.”
“Ive also just come off a year and a half playing acoustic shows which is fantastic for the hands, and changes your head a little bit.”
“Ive always been a champion of kids pursuing their dreams. But sometimes in life, extraordinary circumstances may force us to temporarily put our dreams on hold. The most important thing is to never lose sight of that dream, no matter what punches life may throw in our way.”
“Ive always been a daydreamer. When the other kids were playing, I was listening to the roar at Yankee Stadium - I was always attracted to the roar of the crowd.”
“Ive always been a health fanatic.”
“Ive always been a religious person.”
“Ive always been able to transform happiness and pain and sorrow and tears into positive energy.”
“Ive always been ahead of the curve when it came to trying new stuff in the underground scene.”
“Ive always been ambitious to be very good at what I do.”
“Ive always been drawn to the ocean.”
“Ive always been into bodybuilding and keeping in shape, and I just challenge myself to see if I can continue to make improvements.”
“Ive always been motivated to stop people from doing dysfunctional things.”