The first thing that reading teaches us is how to be alone.
Jonathan FranzenEarlier in the day, while killing some hours by circling in blue ballpoint ink every uppercase M in the front section of a month-old New York Times, Chip had concluded that he was behaving like a depressed person. Now, as his telephone began to ring, it occurred to him that a depressed person ought to continue staring at the TV and ignore the ringing — ought to light another cigarette and, with no trace of emotional affect, watch another cartoon while his machine took whoever’s message. That his impulse, instead, was to jump to his feet and answer the phone — that he could so casually betray the arduous wasting of a day — cast doubt on the authenticity of his suffering. He felt as if he lacked the ability to lose all volition and connection with reality the way depressed people did in books and movies. It seemed to him, as he silenced the TV and hurried into his kitchen, that he was failing even at the miserable task of falling properly apart.
Jonathan FranzenYou could slap his wrist for saying it, but then he said it with his face, and you could spank him for making faces, but then he said it with his eyes, and there were limits to correction—no way, in the end, to penetrate behind the blue irises and eradicate a boy’s disgust.
Jonathan FranzenTags: punishment parenting chidbirth
He'd lost track of what he wanted, and since who a person was what a person wanted, you could say that he'd lost track of himself.
Jonathan FranzenAnd if the world refused to square with his version of reality then it was necessarily an uncaring world, a sour and sickening world, a penal colony, and he was doomed to be violently lonely in it.
Jonathan FranzenHe didn't understand what happened to him. He felt like a piece of paper that had once had coherent writing on it but had been through the wash. He felt roughened, bleached, and worn out along the fold lines.
Jonathan FranzenShe had to tell him, while she still had time, how wrong he’d been and how right she’d been. How wrong not to love her more, how wrong not to cherish her and have sex at every opportunity, how wrong not to trust her financial instincts, how wrong to have spent so much time at work and so little with the children, how wrong to have been so negative, how wrong to have been gloomy, how wrong to have run away from life, how wrong to have said no, again and again, instead of yes: she had to tell him all of this, every single day.
Jonathan FranzenD'où venait l'apitoiement sur soi ? Cette quantité extraordinaire d'apitoiement sur soi ? Selon presque tous les critères possibles, elle menait une vie très heureuse. Elle avait toutes ses journées pour penser à une façon décente et satisfaisante de vivre, et pourtant tout ce qu'elle semblait récolter avec tous ses choix et toute sa liberté, c'était de plus en plus de malheur. Du coup, l'autobiographie en arrive presque à la conclusion qu'elle se lamentait d'avoir autant de liberté. (p. 262)
Jonathan FranzenNever been a washcloth user, no.
Jonathan FranzenEl amor consiste en una empatía ilimitada, surgida de lo que el corazón nos revela, que el otro es tan real como nosotros. Y por eso el amor, según lo entiendo, siempre es concreto. Intentar amar a toda la humanidad puede ser una empresa loable, pero curiosamente se centra en uno mismo, en el bienestar moral y espiritual de uno mismo. Mientras que para amar a una persona concreta, e identificarse con sus esfuerzos y alegrías como si fueran propios, uno tiene que renunciar a una parte de sí.
Jonathan FranzenTags: love inspirational-life
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