المسألة ليست ذلك الرجل الواحد الذي لديه الشجاعة أن يكون شريراو لكنها تلك الملايين التي لم يكن لديها الشجاعة لأن يكونوا أخيارا
John Fowlesالشئ الوحيد الذي لا ينبغي أن يحدث بين رجل و امرأة قدما الحب لبعضهما هو الكذب
John FowlesThere were just all those evenings we sat together and it doesn't seem possible that it will never be again. It was like we were the only two people in the world. No one will ever understand how happy we were...I could sit there all night watching her, just the shape of her head and the way the hair fell from it with a special curve, so graceful it was, like the shape of a swallow-tail. It was like a veil or a cloud, it would lie like silk strands all untidy and loose but lovely over her shoulders, I wish I had words to describe it like a poet would or an artist. She had a way of throwing it back when it had fallen too much forward, it was just a simple natural movement. Sometimes I wanted to say to her, please do it again, please let your hair fall forward and toss it back. Only of course it would have been stupid. Everything she did was delicate like that. Just turning a page. Standing up or sitting down, drinking, smoking, anything. Even when she did things considered ugly, like yawning or stretching, she made it seem pretty. The truth was she couldn't do ugly things. She was too beautiful.
John FowlesSometimes I almost pity them. I think I have a freedom they cannot understand. No insult, no blame can touch me. Because I have set myself beyond the pale. I am nothing, I am hardly human any more. I am the French Lieutenant’s Whore.
John FowlesTags: freedom pride pity whore
Ma olen üks eksemplar liblikate seas. Talle ei meeldi ainult see, kui ma hakkan tiibu siputades reast välja kippuma. Mulle on määratud olla surnud, nööp-nõelaga kinnitatud, alati kaunis. Ta teab küll, et elusolek on osa mu ilust, kuid talle on minust vaja seda elutut osa. Ta tahab mind elavana ja samas elutuna.
John FowlesTags: life-and-living
I said earlier that we are all poets, though not many of us write poetry; and so are we all novelists, that is, we have a habit of writing fictional futures for ourselves, although perhaps today we incline more to put ourselves into a film. We screen in our minds hypotheses about how we might behave, about what might happen to us; and these novelistic or cinematic hypotheses often have very much more effect on how we actually do behave, when the real future becomes the present, than we generally allow.
John FowlesKuulamine nõuab kahte poolt. Ühte, kes annab, ja teist, kes võtab, mida antakse.
John FowlesArmastan elada täisverelist elu, armastan kõiki, kes lihtsalt ei istu ja jälgi.
John FowlesTags: living-life
You know what you do? You know how rain takes the colour out of everything? That's what you do to the English language. You blur it every time you open your mouth.
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