Citite in carti (16)

O carte care imi va ramane mereu in minte – “Before I go to sleep” de SJ Watson. Daca ati uitat cat de mult mi-a placut, puteti citi recenzia aici. Astazi, pentru ca e duminica, zic sa o luam mai usor si sa ne delectam cu cateva dintre citatele mele preferate din carte. 🙂

“What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?”

“We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it.”

“It’s so difficult, isn’t it? To see what’s going on when you’re in the absolute middle of something? It’s only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.”

“I cannot imagine how I will cope when I discover that my life is behind me, has already happened, and I have nothing to show for it. No treasure house of collection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?”

“I wish I hadn’t. I wish I’d fought for you. I was weak and stupid.”

“With him everything is a test, affection is measured, that given weighed against that which has been received, and the balance, more often than not, disappointing him.”

“Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance.”

“I closed my eyes and he kissed my eyelids, barely brushing them with his lips. I felt safe, at home. I felt as if here, against his body, was the only place in which I belonged. The only place I had ever wanted to be. We lay in silence for a while, holding each other, our skin merging, our breathing synchronized. I felt as if silence might allow the moment to last for ever, which would still not be enough.”

“This is dying everyday. Over and over.”

Nothing feels real, everything invented. Even myself.

“I could think of nothing, nothing to say, nothing to feel. My mind was empty.”

“I wonder what I would find if I could go back and decipher the layers, if it were possible to delve into my past that way, but realize that, even if it were possible, it would be futile.”

“Kiss me, Ben,” I said. “Properly.”

Cineva sa ma opreasca! Daca ar fi dupa mine, v-as cumpara la fiecare cartea si v-as impune sa o cititi! Asa de geniala e! 🙂

Ce parere aveti? Cititi cartea dupa toate aceste citate? :>


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