Цитаты из книги «Чтец», страница 33

Она сидела как замороженная. Так сидеть, наверное, больно.

Нам не следует считать, что мы можем понять то, что является непонятным, нам нельзя сравнивать то, что не поддается сравнению.

Не скажу, чтобы я забыл Ханну, но со временем воспоминания о ней перестали неотступно преследовать меня. Она осталась позади, как остается город, когда поезд движется дальше. Он где-то там, позади тебя, этот город, и можно поехать и убедиться, что он никуда не исчез. Но зачем?

If one knows what is good for another person who in turn is blind to it, then the one must try to open his eyes. One has to leave him the last word, but one must talk to him - to him and to someone else behind his back.

The Odyssey is the story of motion both purposeful and purposeless, successful and futile. What else is the history of law?

She was struggling, as she always had struggled, not to show what she could do but to hide what she couldn't do. A life made up of advances that were actually frantic retreats and victories that were concealed defeats.

In the past, I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled freshed, freshly washed or of freshed laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved

Desires, memories, fears, passions form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again

What is law? Is it what is on the books, or what is actually enacted and obeyed in a society? Or is law what must be enacted and obeyed, whether or not it is on the books, if things are to go right?

I thought that if the right time gets missed, if one has refused or been refused something for too long, it's too late, even if it is finally tackled with energy and received with joy. Or is there no such thing as "too late"? Is there only "late," and is "late" always better than "never"? I don't know