Citite in carti! (18)

De vreme ce ieri dimineata am terminat una dintre noile carti de care sunt dependenta, m-am gandit ca in seara asta sa va arat cateva dintre citatele mele preferate. Este vorba despre primul volum din seria “Mara Dyer” de Michelle Hodkin, adica “The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer”.

Am inceput cartea in weekend si ieri dimineata am termiant-o. A fost geniala si pentru ca a fost atat de buna, a trebuit sa ma apuc si de cartea a doua. Trebuie sa scriu recenzia la prima carte acum, dar pana sa fac asta, vreau sa va arat cateva dintre citatele mele preferate din aceasta carte superba. Si oh, ce greu a fost sa aleg numai cateva dintre toate citatele pe care le-am pastrat din acest volum!

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  • “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
    I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. “I would kiss you back.”
  • “Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.”
  • “You’re the girl who called me an asshole the first time we spoke. The girl who tried to pay for lunch even after you learned I have more money than God. You’re the girl who risked her ass to save a dying dog, who makes my chest ache whether you’re wearing green silk or ripped jeans. You’re the girl that I–” Noah stopped, then took a step closer to me. “You are my girl.”
  • “Have you kissed many boys before?” he asked quietly.
    His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. “Boys? That’s an assumption.”
    Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. “Girls, then?”
    “No.”
    “Not many girls? Or not many boys?”
    “Neither,” I said. Let him make of that what he would.
    “How many?”
    “Why—”
    “I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many?”
    My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. “One.”
    At this, Noah leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasn’t asking. Maybe I didn’t mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noah’s five o’ clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear.
    “He was doing it wrong.”
  • You could start a fire with the heat between you two.”
    “You’re mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.”
  • “In my rush, I hadn’t tied my shoelaces. Noah was now tying them for me.
    He looked up at me through his dark fringe of lashes and smiled. The expression on his face melted me completely. I knew I had the goofiest grin plastered on my lips, and didn’t care.
    “There,” he said as he finished tying the laces on my left shoe. “Now you won’t fall.”
    Too late.”
  • “What could I say? Noah, despite you being an asshole, or maybe because of it, I’d like to rip off your clothes and have your babies.”
  • “I hate you,” I muttered.
    Noah smiled wider. “I know.”
  • “You’re supposed to say, ‘All I want is your happiness. I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'”
    “Sorry,” Noah said. “I’m just not that big of a person.”
  • “I was warned about you, you know.”
    And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, “But you’re here anyway.”
  • “That mouth. Smoking was a bad habit, yes. But he looked so good doing it.”
  • “Where are you going?”
    “My God, you’re like the plague.”
    “A masterfully crafted, powerfully understated, and epic parable of timeless moral resonance? Why, thank you. That’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me,” he said.
    “The disease, Noah. Not the book.”
    “I’m ignoring that qualification.”
  • “Why do you always look like you just rolled out of bed?’
    ‘Because usually I have.’ And the way he raised his eye-brow at me made me blush.
    ‘Classy,’ I said.”
  • “Mara, I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. And when you’re ready for me to show you,” he said, brushing my hair to the side, “I’m going to kiss you.” His thumb grazed my ear and his hand curved around my neck. He leaned me backward and my eyes fluttered closed. I breathed in the scent of him as he leaned in and kissed the hollow under my ear. My pulse raced under his lips.
    “And I won’t settle for anything less.”
  • “Let me guess. A certain unkempt bastard with a panty-dropping smile?”

 

Gata, gata, ma opreasc! Pana la urma, trebuie sa va mai las si voua cate ceva de citit in momentul in care veti vrea sa cititi cartea, (moment care sper sa fie cat mai aproape), nu?

Daca aceste citate nu v-au convins sa cititi cartea, sper ca recenzia mea (care este va drum) sa va convinga.

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Citite in carti! (17)

Asa cum spuneam in recenzia cartii “The Book Thief” , autorul cartii are un scris genial, iar metaforele pe care le foloseste creaza niste citate absolut superbe. La mine, cam toata cartea este subliniata, pentru ca gaseam cate un citat pe care vroiam sa il pastrez la fiecare pagina. Astazi m-am hotarat sa selectez cateva citatele cele mai indragite de catre mine si sa le impartasesc cu voi. Mi-am facut singura viata grea, pentru ca a alege numai cateva citate dintr-o carte plina de frumuseti este practic imposibil.

“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”

“It kills me sometimes, how people die.”

 

“Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.”

“I am haunted by humans.”

“I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.”

“Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.”

“A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.”

“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer–it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”

“A small but noteworthy note. I’ve seen so many young men over the years who think they’re running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.”

“His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.” Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.”

“My heart is so tired.”

“The consequence of this is that I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.”

“Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.”

“I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.”

“Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.”

“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.”

“The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn’t be any of this.”

“She took a step and didn’t want to take any more, but she did.”

“Of course, I’m being rude. I’m spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don’t have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It’s the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.”

“…one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.”

“Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.”

“The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.”

 

Absolut toate citatele imi plac la nebunie. Insa citatul meu preferat este acesta:

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“Look at my bruises.”

Stiti ce vreau sa fac acum? Vreau sa iau cartea de pe raft si sa ma apuc din nou de ea. I’ll never get over it, I’m sure of it. Si daca acest citate nu v-au convins sa cititi cartea, atunci nu stiu ce v-ar putea convinge. Seriously. You have to read it.

 

 

 

 

Citite in carti! (16)

Asa cum va spuneam dimineata in recenzia cartii “Love Letters to the Dead”, am gasit foarte multe citate superba in cartea mai sus mentionata. De multe ori, nu este suficienta numai o recenzie pentru a va convinge sa cititi o carte, asa ca m-am hotarat sa fac o selectie intre toate citatele pe care le-am notat in carnetel. Desi mi-a fost foarte greu sa nu va las toate citatele din carte, spun eu ca am reusit sa le aleg pe cele mai frumoasa. 🙂

Doamnelor si domnilor, ‘Love Letters to the Dead’ de Ava Dellaira:

 “I think a lot of people want to be someone, but we are scared that if we try, we won’t be as good as everyone imagines we could be.”

“And maybe what growing up really means is knowing that you don’t have to be just a character, going whichever way the story says. It’s knowing you could be the author instead.”

“You can be noble and brave and beautiful and still find yourself falling.”

“You think you know someone, but that person always changes, and you keep changing, too. I understood it suddenly, how that’s what being alive means. Our own invisible plates shifting inside of our bodies, beginning to align into the people we are going to become.”

“There are a lot of human experiences that challenge the limits of our language,” she said. “That’s one of the reasons that we have poetry.”

“When we are in love, we are both completely in danger and completely saved.”

“But we aren’t transparent. If we want someone to know us, we have to tell them stuff.”

“There’s more to life than being a passenger.”

“She walked like she belonged in a better world.”

“So maybe when we can say things, when we can write the words, when we can express how it feels, we aren’t so helpless.”

“I mean, words can’t be good enough for a lot of things. But, you know, I guess we have to try.”

“Truth is beautiful, no matter what the truth is. Even if it’s scary or bad. It is beauty simply because it’s true. And truth is bright. Truth makes you more you.”

“You learned right away that applause sounds like love.”

“Judy, I read that you said your first memory was music. Music that fills up a home. And one day, suddenly the music could escape through a window. For the rest of your life, you had to chase it.”

“Nirvana means freedom. Freedom from suffering. I guess some people would say that death is just that. So, congratulations on being free, I guess. The rest of us are still here, grappling with all that’s been torn up.”

“I know that it can be hard to believe that someone loves you if you are afraid of being yourself, or if you are not exactly sure who you are. It can be hard to believe that someone won’t leave.”

“I think that by beauty, you don’t just mean something that’s pretty. You mean something that makes us human.”

“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel, or not to feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to — letting a person be what he really is.”

“I feel like I am drowning in memories. Everything is too bright.”

“The house felt haunted, like only I understood the way all of our shadows, the ones we’d left, had seeped into the wood and stained it.”

“The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind.”

“Maybe when we can tell the stories, however bad they are, we don’t belong to them anymore. They become ours. And maybe what growing up really means is knowing that you don’t have to just be a character, going whichever way the story sys. It’s knowing that you could be the author instead.”

“We do things sometimes because we feel so much inside of us, and we don’t notice how it affects somebody else.”

“We are each weird in a different way, but together, that’s actually normal.”

 

‘Abtine-te, Bianca, Abtine-te!’

Nu cred ca va imaginati cat de mult imi plac aceste citate. Mai mai ca m-as apuca din  nou de carte.

Ce parere aveti? Va surade cartea? 🙂

Citite in carti (17)

A trecut multa vreme de cand nu v-am mai oferit citatele mele preferate dintr-o anumita carte. Stiu. Insa cum weekend-ul asta este relativ liber (ultimul inainte sa incep conservatorul) m-am hotarat sa va arat ce citate mi-au intrat la inima din una dintre cartile mele preferate. Puteti ghici despre ce carte este vorba? Oh, haideti.

Gabriel’s inferno de Sylvain Reynard! N-a fost asa de greu, nu?

Sunt multe citate si mi-a fost greu sa aleg, dar a meritat efortul. Sylvain are un stil atat de poetic si de frumos, incat nu ma pot abtine sa nu ma minunez de fiecare data cand citesc ceva scris de el. Dar hai, gata cu vorbaria. Sa trecem la treaba.

“Kindness is never wasted.”

“Look at me. Look into my eyes.” His eyes fixed on hers as they fluttered open.
“I’ll give you anything. My body, my soul. Take them. Take everything.”

“When I am an old man and I can remember nothing else, I will remember this moment. The first time my eyes beheld an angel in the flesh. “I will remember your body and your eyes, your beautiful face and breasts, your curves and this.” He traced his hand around her navel before dragging it lightly to the top of her lower curls. “I will remember your scent and your touch and how it felt to love you. But most of all, I will remember how it felt to gaze at true beauty, both inside and out. For you are fair, my beloved, in soul and in body, generous of spirit and generous of heart. And I will never see anything this side of heaven more beautiful than you.”

“I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.”

“If I have a soul, it’s yours.”

“I want you forever, not just for tonight.”

“All believers are hypocrites because none of us live up to our beliefs.”

“How long did you want me to stay?”
“Forever.”

“You blossom under kindness, don’t you? Like a rose.”

“I found my hope when I found you.”

“For the rest of my life, I’ll dream of hearing your voice breathe my name.”

“Bad things happen to everyone. Not that this was an excuse or a justification for wronging another human being. Still, all humans had this shared experience — that of suffering. No human being left this world without shedding a tear, or feeling pain, or wading into the sea of sorrow.”

“I’m sorry you don’t want to know me anymore. I will spend the rest of my life regretting the fact that I wasted my second chance to know you. And I will always be conscious of your absence.”

“We need to see with our hearts and not our eyes.”

“For if you truly believe that kindness is never wasted, you have to hold tightly to that belief even when the kindness is thrown back in your face.”

“Facilis descensus Averni,” he whispered, his ominous and preternatural words striking her very soul. “The descent to Hell is easy.”

“I will remember your scent and your touch and how it felt to love you. But most of all, I will remember how it felt to gaze at true beauty, both inside and out. For you are fair, my beloved, in soul and in body, generous of spirit and generous of heart. And I will never see anything this side of heaven more beautiful than you.”

Gata, Bianca, opreste-te!

Uf, e atat de greu sa ma opresc! Imi vine sa iau cartea si sa v-o dau la toti, sa va bucurati toti de ea. Dar in primul rand, vreau sa o recitesc eu. Din pacate, nu pot. Am recitit cam multe carti anul asta si am multe, multe carti noi de citit.

Deci. Cum vi se pare? Asa-i ca Sylvain e un autor extraordinar de talentat! My my, ii iubesc cartile, dar si scrisul!

Care este citatul vostru favorit? Al meu este, cu siguranta, acesta:

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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? :>

 

Citite in carti! (15)

Ieri am terminat una dintre cele mai bune carti pe care le-am citit anul asta, si pentru ca azi nu mai am rabdarea necesara sa ii scriu recenzia, dar totusi vreau sa va fac sa o puneti pe lista, am sa va arat citatele mele preferate din ‘Forgive me, Leonard Peacock’.

Sunt multe, pentru ca romanul lui Matthew Quick este plin de citate frumoase, reale, despre viata, adolescenti si nu numai. E o carte plina de mesaje si opinii si teorii despre oameni si despre viata.

So, here we go! 🙂

“You’re different. And I’m different too. Different is good. But different is hard. Believe me, I know.” 

 ‘Don’t do it. Don’t go to that job you hate. Do something you love today. Ride a roller
coaster. Swim in the ocean naked. Go to the airport and get on the next flight to anywhere just for the fun of it. Maybe stop a spinning globe with your finger and then plan a trip to that very spot; even if it’s in the middle of the ocean you can go by boat. Eat some type of ethnic food you’ve never even
heard of. Stop a stranger and ask her to explain her greatest fears and her secret hopes and aspirations in detail and then tell her you care because she is a human being. Sit down on the sidewalk and make pictures with colorful chalk. Close your eyes and try to see the world with your nose—allow smells
to be your vision. Catch up on your sleep. Call an old friend you haven’t seen in years. Roll up your pant legs and walk into the sea. See a foreign film. Feed squirrels. Do anything! Something! Because you start a revolution one decision at a time, with each breath you take. Just don’t go back to thatmiserable place you go every day. Show me it’s possible to be an adult and also be happy. Please. This is a free country. You don’t have to keep doing this if you don’t want to. You can do anything you want. Be anyone you want. That’s what they tell us at school, but if you keep getting on that train and going to the place you hate I’m going to start thinking the people at school are liars like the Nazis who told the Jews they were just being relocated to work factories. Don’t do that to us. Tell us the truth. If adulthood is working some death-camp job you hate for the rest of your life, divorcing your secretly criminal husband, being disappointed in your son, being stressed and miserable, and dating a poser and pretending he’s a hero when he’s really a lousy person and anyone can tell that just by shaking his slimy hand — if it doesn’t get any better, I need to know right now. Just tell me. Spare me from some awful fucking fate. Please.” 

“I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.” 

“There’s a lot for you to live for. Good things are definitely in your future, Leonard. I’m sure of it. You have no idea how many interesting people you’ll meet after high school’s over. Your life partner, your best friend, the most wonderful person you’ll ever know is sitting in some high school right now waiting to graduate and walk into your life – maybe even feeling all the same things you are, maybe even wondering about you, hoping that you’re strong enough to make it to the future where you’ll meet.” 

“That’s basically the mantra of Herr Silverman’s teaching – think for yourself and do what’s right for you, but let others do the same.” 

“Did you ever think about all of the nights you lived through and can’t remember The ones that were so mundane your brain just didn’t bother to record them. Hundreds, maybe thousands of nights come and go without being preserved by our memory. Does that ever freak you out? Like maybe your mind recorded all of the wrong nights?” 

“The bullies are always popular.
Why?
People love power.” 

“So the key is doing something that sets you apart forever in the minds of regular people.
Something that matters.” 

“But it makes me laugh every time because I don’t wear and of that name-brand crap, don’t play or follow popular sports at all, and wouldn’t be found dead wearing our shitty school mascot. I’m not a follower. Not a joiner. I’m not even on Facebook.” 

“And I understood why he didn’t need friends or to be accepted at our shitty racist high school, because he had his music, and that was so much better than anything we had to offer.” 

 

“Although once when we were talking after class, Herr Silverman told me that when someone rises up and holds himself to a higher standard, even when doing so benefits others, average people resent it, mostly because they’re not strong enough to do the same.” 

“You believe in the future now. It’s easy for you, because you love the present.” 

When people have awful ideas about your identity, that’s just the way it will stay no matter what you do.” 

“I can tell you get it — you’re different. And I know how hard being different can be. But I also know how powerful a weapon being different can be. How the world needs such weapons. Gandhi was different. All great people are. And unique people such as you and me need to seek out other unique people who understand — so we don’t get too lonely and end up where you did tonight.” 

“You think someone is really important and different, but then you get to know them and it ruins everything.” 

Cineva sa ma opreaaaasca!! Daca ar fi sa va dau, intr-adevar, fiecare citat pe care l-am gasit in cartea asta si care mi-a placut, mi-ar lua zile intregi si cred ca ar fi ilegal sa va dau toata cartea. :))

Cititi cartea asta. Nici n-aveti idee cat puteti gasi in ea! 🙂

Citite in carti! (14)

Cum saptamana trecuta am citit ‘Hopeless’ de Colleen Hoover si am gasit o tona de citate pe care trebuie neaparat sa vi le impartasesc, azi m-am hotarat sa fac tocmai asta. Numai ca imi este extrem de greu de ales pe care sa le postez, pentru ca sunt atat de multe, incat v-ar lua toata ziua. Plus, nu vreau sa va dezvalui toata cartea. :))

“The sky is always beautiful.Even when it’s dark or rainy or cloudy,it’s still beautiful to look at….it’ll be there no matter what…and I know it’ll always be beautiful.” 

 “It’s real, Six. You can’t get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It’s the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.” 

“The moment my lips touch yours, it will be your first kiss. Because if you’ve never felt anything when someone’s kissed you, then no one’s ever really kissed you. Not the way I plan on kissing you.” 

“I live you, Sky,” he says against my lips. “I live you so much.” 

“You don’t deserve words, Sky. You deserve actions.” 

“Sky, I’m not kissing you tonight but believe me when I tell you, I’ve never wanted to kiss a girl more. So stop thinking I’m not attracted to you because you have no idea just how much I am. You can hold my hand, you can run your fingers through my hair, you can straddle me while I feed you spaghetti, but you are not getting kissed tonight. And probably not tomorrow, either. I need this. I need to know for sure that you’re feeling every single thing that I’m feeling the moment my lips touch yours. Because I want your first kiss to be the best first kiss in the history of first kisses.” 

“You wanted to lick my face the first time you saw me? Is that usually what you do when you’re attracted to guys?” 

I shake my head. “Not your face, your dimple. And no. You’re the only guy I’ve ever had the urge to lick.” 

He smiles at me confidently. “Good. Because you’re the only girl I’ve ever had the urge to love.” 

“Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choices feels the least wrong.” 

“And while I could sit here and feel sorry for myself, wondering why all of this happened to me..I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to wish for a perfect life. The things that knock you down in life are tests, forcing you to make a choice between giving in and remaining on the ground or wiping the dirt off and standing up even taller than you did before you were knocked down. I’m choosing to stand taller. I’ll probably get kicked down a few more times before this life is through with me, but I can guarantee you I’ll never stay on the ground.” 

“Breckin, this is Holder. Holder is not my boyfriend, but if I catch him trying to break the record for best first kiss with another girl, then he’ll soon be my not breathing non-boyfriend.” 

“I swear I will spend every last breath thanking you for allowing yourself to love me.” 

“When I touch you, I’m touching you because I want to make you happy. When I kiss you, I’m kissing you because you have the most incredible mouth I’ve ever seen and you know I can’t not kiss it. And when I make love to you—I’m doing exactly that. I’m making love to you because I’m in love with you.” 

Opriti-maaaaaaaa!! Mi-ar placea sa va dau toate citatele alea pe care le-am subliniat si mi-ar placea sa pot sa citesc cartea asta in continuu!

Citite in carti! (13)

Ok, recent am citit cartea lui John Green, ‘Looking for Alaska’, si asta inseamna ca mi-am facut rost de cateva noi citate preferate. Nu am cum sa nu le impartasesc cu voi, asa-i?

Deci. Looking for Alaska. Citate. Go.

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“When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.” 

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“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.” 

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“Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.” 

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“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.” 

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“What is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.” 

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“It’s not because I want to make out with her.”
Hold on.” He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he’d just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

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“What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.” 

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“He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless. And as I walked back to give Takumi’s note to the Colonel, I saw that I would never know. I would never know her well enough to know her thoughts in those last minutes, would never know if she left us on purpose. But the not-knowing would not keep me from caring, and I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.” 

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“Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war.”

Ok, ok, gata, trebuie sa ma opresc! Altfel, va voi da toata cartea, si nu vrem asta.

Un singur lucru va mai spun: cititi cartea! E geniala! ❤

Citite in carti! (12)

Dupa cum stiti, recent am citit cartea “It’s kind of a funny story” de Ned Vizzini. Am postat si recenzia, pe care o puteti citi aici.

Asa cum am zis si in recenzie, “It’s kind of a funny story” e plina de cititate frumoase si inspirationale. Astazi, pentru ca e duminica si pentru ca am chef de postat pe blog, m-am hotarat sa impartasesc cu voi cateva dintre citatele mele preferate. 🙂

“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.” 

“People are screwed up in this world. I’d rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode.” 

“I’m done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed.” 

“I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I’m afraid I’ll stutter.” 

“I don’t know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.” 

“Life’s not about feeling better, it’s about getting the job done.” 

“Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real.” 

“See, when you mess something up, you learn for the next time. It’s when people compliment you that you’re in trouble. That means they expect you to keep it up.” 

“Sometimes I just think depression’s one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there’s so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.” 

“I’m smart but not enough–just smart enough to have problems.” 

“The absolute worst part of being depressed is the food. A person’s relationship with food is one of their most important relationships. I don’t think your relationship with your parents is that important. Some people never know their parents. I don’t think your relationship with your friends are important. But your relationship with air-that’s key. You can’t break up with air. You’re kind of stuck together. Only slightly less crucial is water. And then food. You can’t be dropping food to hang with someone else. You need to strike up an agreement with it.” 

“What happened when you woke up?” 
“I was having a dream. I don’t know what it was, but when I woke up, I had this awful realization that I was awake. It hit me like a brick in the groin.” 
“Like a brick in the groin, I see.”
“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.” 
“And what is that nightmare, Craig?”
“Life.” 
“Life is a nightmare.”
“Yes.” 

“The stuff adults tell you not to do is the easiest.” 

“No,” mom says, looking at me in the eyes. “What’s a triumph is that you woke up this morning and decided to live. That’s a triumph. That’s what you did today.” 

“Some of the most profound truths about us are things that we stop saying in the middle.” 

Cam astea sunt. As mai fi avut si alte citate, dar nu vreau sa va plictisesc, asa ca le-am ales pe cele mai frumoase. 🙂

Acum spuneti-mi, dragilor, care e citatul vostru preferat? 🙂

Citite in carti (13)

De cand nu am mai impartasit niste citate care mi-au placut cu voi? De mult, va spun eu. Dar astazi pentru ca am avut zi libera (mi-am petrecut jumatate de zi instaland Windows-ul! 😦 ) mi-am zis ca nu trebuie sa mai aman momentul asta. Asa ca am scos “Divergent” din biblioteca si am inceput sa caut citatele pe care le-am subliniat in timp ce citeam cartea, iar acum vi le scriu si voua aici. Sper sa va placa! 🙂

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1.”-Am crezut c-o sa am probleme doar cu cei din Candoare, pentru ca pun prea multe intrebari, replica el, cu raceala. Acum am batai de cap si cu Batosii?

-Sigur e din cauza ca esti atat de abordabil, ii zic, pe un ton hotarat. Stii cum. Ca un pat cu cuie.”

2. “-Ce-i? o intreb.

-Sunt pe cale sa dezvolt o teorie,

-Si anume?

Isi ia hamburgerul, zambeste larg si-mi raspunde:

-Ca tu ti-o cauti cu lumanarea.”

3.” -Din punct de vedere statistic vorbind, zice baiatul Erudit de langa mine – Will se numeste – zambindu-mi, ar fi trebuit sa nimeresti tinta cel putin o data pana acum, chiar si din intamplare.

E blond, cu parul zburlit si o cuta intre sprancene.

-Hai, nu zau, raspund, pe un ton lipsit de inflexiuni.

-Mda, zice el. Cred ca, de fapt, tu sfidezi legile firii.”

4. “Exista putere in stapanirea unui obiect care poate provoca atatea daune… in stapanirea a orice, punct.”

5. ” -Ti se vede Abnegatia, zice Christina. Noi ceilalti ne impacam destul de bine cu o mica manifestare de afectiune in public.

-A, exclam, ridicand din umeri. Pai… banuiesc ca va trebui sa trec si eu peste asta, atunci.

-Sau poti sa ramai frigida, imi zice Will, cu ochii lui verzi scanteind strengareste. Stii tu. Daca vrei.”

6. ” […] Nu inaltimea e cea care ma sperie: inaltimea ma face sa ma simt vie, energica, cu toate organele si vasele de sange si muschii din corp acordate in aceeasi gama.

Deodata, imi dau seama care e problema. El e. Ceva din el ma face sa ma simt de parca as fi pe cale sa cad. Sau sa ma transform intr-un lichid. Sau sa iau foc.”

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-Esti fiinta uimana, Tris? Sa fii atat de sus… Nu te sperie absolut deloc? ma intreaba, gafaind dupa aer.

[…]

-Ti-e teama de inaltimi, remarc eu. Si-atunci, cum de supravietuiesti in complexul Neinfricatilor?

-Imi ignor teama, imi raspunde. Cand iau hotarari, ma prefac ca ele nici nu exista.”

7. “Zambesc cu superioritate cand Peter rateaza din nou. Nu pot ssa ma abtin.

-Hei, Peter, strig. Mai tii minte ce-i aia tinta? 

8. ” – La ce etaj? intreaba fata cu teasta rasa.

-La o suta, raspund eu.

-Cum de stii tu asta?

-Haide, Lynn, zice Uriah. Fii si tu draguta.

-Suntem intr-o cladire parasita de o suta de etaje cu cativa Neinfricati, ripostez eu. Cum de nu stii tu asta?”

9. “Inima imi bate cu atata putere, incat ma doare, si nu pot sa tip si nu pot sa respir, dar in acelasi timp simt totul, fiecare vena si fiecare fibra, fiecare os si fiecare nerv, toate treze si zbarnaindu-mi in corp de parca ar fi incarcate cu electricitate. Sunt adrenalina in stare pura.”

10. “- Pariez c-o sa planga.

-Fratele lui Zeke, sa planga? Nici gand. Ia o bataie de nu se vede!

-Uite-l cum bataie din maini!

-Parc-ar fi o mata sugrumata, zic, si toata lumea rade din nou.”

11.  “- Ce faci? il intreb.

-Cochetez cu moartea, imi raspunde, razand. Beau langa prapastie. Probabil ca nu e  idee buna.”

12. “Pacea inseamna constrangere […]”

13. “Cineva ingenuncheaza langa fata lui Al si-i inchide pleoapele. Incearca sa-l faca sa para ca doarme, poate. Ce prostie! De ce pretinde lumea ca moartea e un somn? Nu e. Nu e. ”

14. ” – Poti sa fii fata pentru cateva secunde?

-Sunt fata tot timpul, ii raspund, incruntanduma.

-Stii la ce ma refer. Ca o fata prostuta, enervanta.

Imi rascucesc o suvita de par pe deget.

-Mhi.

Zambetul ei e atat de larg , incat ii vad si dintii din spate.

-Will m-a sarutat.

-Ce?strig eu. Cand? Cum? Ce s-a intampla?

Chiar poti sa fii fata!”

15. ” – Si tu te temi de mine, Tobias?

– Mi-e groaza, imi raspunde, zambind.”

16. ” – S-ar putea sa fiu indragostit de tine, imi marturiseste, cu un mic zambet. Totusi, astept pan-o sa fiu sigur, si abia atunci ti-o spun.

-Ce intelept din partea ta, ii zic, zambind la randul meu. Ar trebui sa cautam o coala de hartie, ca sa poti face o lista, sau un tabel, sau altceva.

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– Poate ca sunt sigur deja, zice,dar pur si simplu nu vreau sa te infricosez.

-Atunci , ar trebui sa stii deja.

-Perfect, accepta el. Atunci, te iubesc.”

Acum ca recitesc aceste citate, imi aduc aminte cat de buna e cartea si vreau sa  recitesc. Dar ma voi apuca de Insurgent in vacata! Abia astept!

Care citat va place cel mai mult? Eu nu ma pot hotari!