J. M. Coetzee Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• That was our first time together. Interesting, an interesting experience, but not earth-shaking. But then, I never expected it to be earth-shaking, not with him. What I was determined to avoid was emotional entanglement. A passing fling was one thing, an affair of the heart quite another. Of myself I was fairly sure. I was not about to lose my heart to a man about whom I knew next to nothing.

  J. M. Coetzee

  Heart, Men, Emotional

• In order to be cruel we have to close our hearts to the suffering of the other.

  J. M. Coetzee

  Heart, Order, Suffering

• So it has come, the day of testing. Without warning, without fanfare, it is here, and he is in the middle of it. In his chest his heart hammers so hard that it too, in its dumb way, must know. How will they stand up to the testing, he and his heart?

  J. M. Coetzee

  Heart, Dumb, Hammers

  J. M. Coetzee (1999). “Disgrâce”, Random House (UK)

• Yet what happened in fact? In the middle of the night John woke up and saw me sleeping beside him with no doubt a look of peace on my face, even of bliss, bliss is not unattainable in this world. He saw me—saw me as I was at that moment—took fright, hurriedly strapped the armour back over his heart, this time with chains and a double padlock, and stole out into the darkness.

  J. M. Coetzee

  Heart, Sleep, Night

  J. M. Coetzee (2009). “Summertime: Fiction”, Viking Press

• Strictly speaking, my interest is not in legal rights for animals but in a change of heart towards animals.

  J. M. Coetzee

  Heart, Animal, Rights

• It seemed to me that all things were possible on the island, all tyrannies and cruelties, though in small; and if, in despite of what was possible, we lived at peace with another, surely this was proof that certain laws unknown to us held sway, or else that we had been following the promptings of our hearts all this time, and our hearts had not betrayed us.

  J. M. Coetzee

  Sympathy, Heart, Islands

• Speaking the words he had been taught, directing them no longer upward but to the earth on which he knelt, he prayed: 'For what we are about to receive make us truly thankful.' ... he... felt his heart suddenly flow over with thankfulness... like a gush of warm water... All that remains is to live here quietly for the rest of my life, eating food that my own labour has made the earth to yield. All that remains is to be a tender of the soil.

  J. M. Coetzee

  Heart, Garden, Yield

• If it is indeed impossible - or at least very difficult - to inhabit the consciousness of an animal, then in writing about animals there is a temptation to project upon them feelings and thoughts that may belong only to our own human mind and heart.

  J. M. Coetzee

  Writing, Heart, Animal

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