She admired her passion, knowing that passion is by definition excessive.
He had come to find out that reality was more than a dream, much more than a dream!
It was the incommunicable scent of this country, its intangible essence, that she had brought along with her to France.
Chi tende continuamente verso l’alto deve aspettarsi, prima o poi, di essere colto dalla vertigine.
I’ve always had the sense that my life is run by other people. Except for a few years after Martin died. Those were the toughest years, I was alone with my children, I had to cope by myself. Complete poverty. You won’t believe this, but nowadays when I look back, those are my happiest years.
La persona que desea abandonar el lugar en donde vive no es feliz.
Only her husband had kept asking her questions, because love is a continual interrogation. I don’t know of a better definition of love.
I regimi criminali non furono creati da criminali ma da entusiasti, convinti di aver scoperto l’unica strada per il paradiso. Essi difesero con coraggio questa strada, giustiziando per questo molte persone. In seguito, fu chiaro che il paradiso non esisteva e che gli entusiasti erano quindi degli assassini.
Lermontov became a soldier, escaping from her grandmother and her troublesome love. He exchanged the pen, which is the key to one’s soul, for a pistol, which is the key to the gates of the world.
The situation is very slightly solemn and thus embarrassing, as are all such situations when after the initial lovemaking, the lovers confront a future they are suddenly required to take on.
Some ideas have the force of a bomb exploding.
And I felt fear. Fear of that bleak horizon, fear of that destiny. I felt my soul shriveling, I felt it retreating, and I was frightened by the thought that it could not escape its encirclement.
They were happy not in spite of their sadness but thanks to it.
Before beauty disappears entirely from the earth, it will go on existing for a while as a mistake.
No, it was not superstition, it was a sense of beauty that cured her of her depression and imbued her with a new will to live.
Forms which are in themselves quite ugly turn up fortuitously, without design, in such incredible surroundings that they sparkle with a sudden wondrous poetry.
She came from a land where revolutionary illusion had long since faded but where the thing he admired most in revolution remained: life on a large scale; a life of risk, daring, and the danger of death. Sabina had renewed his faith in the grandeur of human endeavour. Superimposing the painful drama of her country on her person, he found her even more beautiful.
She now knew there were conditions under which she could feel strong and fulfilled, and she longed to go off into the world and seek those conditions somewhere else.
I have said before that metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor.
Laughter was like an enormous trap waiting patiently in the room with them; but hidden behind a thin wall.