Citati iz knjige „The Ocean at the End of the Lane“ autora Neil Gaiman

Babenko Dmitry
Babenko Dmitryje citiraoпре 3 месеца
‘You can’t,’ said Lettie. ‘It would destroy you.’
I opened my mouth to tell her that nothing could kill me, not now, but she said, ‘Not kill you. Destroy you. Dissolve you. You wouldn’t die in here, nothing ever dies in here, but if you stayed here for too long, just a little of you would exist everywhere, all spread out. And that’s not a good thing. Never enough of you all together in one place, so there wouldn’t be anything left that would think of itself as an “I”. No point of view any longer, because you’d be an infinite sequence of views and of points …’
Foggy Mart
Foggy Martje citiralaпре 12 дана
Never enough of you all together in one place,
Foggy Mart
Foggy Martje citiralaпре 13 дана
She’s a grown-up, isn’t she? Grown-ups and monsters aren’t scared of things.”
“Oh, monsters are scared,” said Lettie. “That’s why they’re monsters. And as for grown-ups . . .”
Foggy Mart
Foggy Martje citiralaпре 14 дана
“I want to remember,” I said. “Because it happened to me. And I’m still me.”
Foggy Mart
Foggy Martje citiralaпре 14 дана
She was power incarnate, standing in the crackling air. She was the storm, she was the lightning, she was the adult world with all its power and all its secrets and all its foolish casual cruelty
gulsaulekairat
gulsaulekairatje citiraoпре 22 дана
Different people remember things differently, and you’ll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand two of you lot next to each other, and you could be continents away for all it means anything.
gulsaulekairat
gulsaulekairatje citiraoпре 24 дана
I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I found joy in the things that made me happy.
Valerie Khorishko
Valerie Khorishkoje citiralaпре 3 месеца
You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear
Valerie Khorishko
Valerie Khorishkoje citiralaпре 3 месеца
She’s been given to her ocean. One day, in its own time, the ocean will give her back
Valerie Khorishko
Valerie Khorishkoje citiralaпре 3 месеца
I knew there was no going back, that there was no way that this could end in anything but pain, and I knew that I was willing to exchange my life for the world.
Valerie Khorishko
Valerie Khorishkoje citiralaпре 3 месеца
“I couldn’t get you to the ocean,” she said. “But there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.”
Valerie Khorishko
Valerie Khorishkoje citiralaпре 3 месеца
It won’t hurt.”

I stared at him. Adults only ever said that when it, whatever it happened to be, was going to hurt so much.
Valerie Khorishko
Valerie Khorishkoje citiralaпре 3 месеца
Then, “I’m going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don’t look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they’re big and thoughtless and they always know what they’re doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. The truth is, there aren’t any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.” She thought for a moment. Then she smiled. “Except for Granny, of course.”
Valerie Khorishko
Valerie Khorishkoje citiralaпре 3 месеца
I said, “Are you a monster? Like Ursula Monkton?”

Lettie threw a pebble into the pond. “I don’t think so,” she said. “Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them are things people are scared of. Some of them are things that look like things people used to be scared of a long time ago. Sometimes monsters are things people should be scared of, but they aren’t.”
Valerie Khorishko
Valerie Khorishkoje citiralaпре 3 месеца
That’s the trouble with living things. Don’t last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together . . .”
Valerie Khorishko
Valerie Khorishkoje citiralaпре 3 месеца
In my dreams I have used that language to heal the sick and to fly; once I dreamed I kept a perfect little bed-and-breakfast by the seaside, and to everyone who came to stay with me I would say, in that tongue, “Be whole,” and they would become whole, not be broken people, not any longer, because I had spoken the language of shaping.
Valerie Khorishko
Valerie Khorishkoje citiralaпре 3 месеца
I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.
Babenko Dmitry
Babenko Dmitryje citiraoпре 3 месеца
Different people remember things differently, and you’ll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand two of you lot next to each other, and they could be continents away for all it means anything.
Babenko Dmitry
Babenko Dmitryje citiraoпре 3 месеца
Lettie Hempstock’s ocean flowed inside me, and it filled the entire universe, from Egg to Rose. I knew that. I knew what Egg was – where the universe began, to the sound of uncreated voices singing in the void – and I knew where Rose was – the peculiar crinkling of space on space into dimensions that fold like origami and blossom like strange orchids, and which would mark the last good time before the eventual end of everything and the next Big Bang, which would be, I knew now, nothing of the kind.
Babenko Dmitry
Babenko Dmitryje citiraoпре 3 месеца
‘I couldn’t get you to the ocean,’ she said. ‘But there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.’
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