Cruel men cry easily at the cinema.
I’m not at peace anymore. I just want him like I used to in the old days. I want to be eating sandwiches with him. I want to be drinking with him in a bar. I’m tired and I don’t want anymore pain. I want Maurice. I want ordinary corrupt human love. Dear God, you know I want to want Your pain, but I don’t want it now. Take it away for a while and give it me another time.
Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.
He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that is where we really belong.
Doing nothing, badly.
So much of life [is] a putting-off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing [is] ever lost by delay.
I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.
They haven't left us much to believe, have they? — even disbelief. I can't believe in anything bigger than a home, or anything vaguer than a human being.
Sentimentality - that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.
Perhaps the comparison is closer to the Chinese cook who leaves hardly any part of a duck unserved.
Rocinante was of more value for a true traveller than a jet plane. Jet planes were for business men.
I get fed up with all this nonsense of ringing people up and lighting cigarettes and answering the doorbell that passes for action in so many modern plays.
Oh, she doesn't belong to anybody now,' he said, and suddenly I saw her for what she was - a piece of refuse waiting to be cleared away: if you needed a bit of hair you could take it, or trim her nails if nail trimmings had value to you. Like a saint's her bones could be divided up - if anybody required them. She was going to be burnt soon, so why shouldn't everybody have what he wanted first? What a fool I had been during three years to imagine that in any way I had possessed her. We are all possessed by nobody, not even by ourselves.
Thrillers are like life, more like life than you are.
Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?
I wish sometimes you had a few bad motives, you might understand a little more about human beings.
Grief and disappointment are like hate: they make men ugly with self-pity and bitterness. And how selfish they make us too.
Christmas it seems to me is a necessary festival; we require a season when we can regret all the flaws in our human relationships: it is the feast of failure, sad but consoling.
When I began to write our story down, I thought I was writing a record of hate, but somehow the hate has got mislaid and all I know is that in spite of her mistakes and her unreliability, she was better than most. It's just as well that one of us should believe in her: she never did in herself.
If I had to choose between life in the Soviet Union and life in the U. S. A. , I would certainly choose the Soviet Union.
Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust. In a closely beleaguered city every sentry is a potential traitor.
Ordinary life goes on--that has saved many a man's reason.
Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.
Life would go out in a 'fraction of a second' (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks and the light wouldn't change. Nobody really knew how long a second of pain could be. It might last a whole purgatory--or for ever.
Nobody here could ever talk about a heaven on earth. Heaven remained rigidly in its proper place on the other side of death, and on this side flourished the injustices, the cruelties, the meanness that elsewhere people so cleverly hushed up. Here you could love human beings nearly as God loved them, knowing the worst: you didn't love a pose, a pretty dress, a sentiment artfully assumed.
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