(Favorite Quotes/Lieblingszitate) The God of Small Things

Wie im Fieber habe ich in den letzten 24 Stunden The God of Small Things durchgelesen, um nicht bei meiner eigenen Challenge zu verlieren und Abends noch eine Rezension schreiben zu können. Nur um zu erkennen, dass dieses Buch wirklich nicht dazu gemacht ist, es mal eben schnell zu rezensieren. 

Um es zu zitieren dagegen - absolut! Deshalb seit langer Zeit mal wieder ein Favorite Quotes-Post aus einem Buch, dessen Sprache oft tatsächlich so "hauntingly wonderful" ist, wie der Klappentext es verspricht.

"He left behind a Hole in the Universe through which darkness poured like liquid tar."

In the angry quietness (...) Ammu slammed the door and walked to her room, shoulders shining. Leaving everybody to wonder where she had learned her affrontery from.

And truth be told, it was no small wondering matter.

Because Ammu had not had the kind of educaion, nor read the sorts of books, nor met the sorts of people, that might have influenced her to think the way she did.

She was just that sort of animal.

It simply did not occur to her that she had hurt him as deeply as she had, because she still thought of herself as an ordinary woman and him as an extraordinary man.

"He greeted them with the utmost courtesy. He addressed them all as Kochamma and gave them fresh coconut water to drink. He chatted to them about the weather (...) It is only now, these years later, that Rahel with adult hindsight recognized the sweetness of that gesture. A grown man entertaining three (children), treating them like real ladies. Instinctively colluding in the conspiracy of their fiction, taking care not to decimate it with adult carelessness. Or affection.

It is after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin a fragment of a dream being carried around carefully like a piece of porcelain."

When Ammu was really angry she sad jolly well. Jolly well was a deeply well with larving dead people in it.

"If you´re happy in a dream, Ammu, does that count?" Estha asked.

"Does what count?"

"The happiness - does it count?"

She knew exactly what he meant, her son with his spoiled puff.

Because the truth is, that only what counts, counts.

The simple, unswerving wisdom of children.

She was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for him was actually a tentative, timorous, acceptance of herself.

They fretted over his frailty. His smallness. The adequacy of his camouflage. His seemingly self-destructive pride. They grew to love his eclectic taste. His shambling dignity.

They chose him because they knew that they had to put their faith in fragility. Stick to smallness. Each time they parted, they extracted only one small promise from each other.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

[Favorite Quotes/Lieblingszitate] Die geliehene Zeit von Diana Gabaldon

Die ersten drei Teile der Highlander Reihe von Diana Gabaldon sind meine absoluten Fürimmerundewig Lieblingsbücher. Diese Zitate hier sind aus dem zweiten Band "Die geliehene Zeit"..

English: The first three books of Diana Gabaldon´s Highlander series are my alltime favorites in literature. These are my favorite quotes from "Dragonfly in amber".

“You're mine, damn ye, Claire Fraser! Mine, and I wilna share ye, with a man or a memory, or anything whatever, so long as we both shall live.”


“For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. "You are mine," it had said. "Mine. And I will not let you go.” 


“Then let amourous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand and a Hundred score
A Hundred and a Thousand more” 

“I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.” 

“Jamie," I said, "how, exactly, do you decide whether you're drunk?" 
Aroused by my voice, he swayed alarmingly to one side, but caught himself on the edge of the mantelpiece. His eyes drifted around the room, then fixed on my face. For an instant, they blazed clear and pellucid with intelligence. 
"Och, easy, Sassenach, If ye can stand up, you're not drunk." He let go of the mantelpiece, took a step toward me, and crumpled slowly onto the hearth, eyes blank, and a wide, sweet smile on his dreaming face.”

"You bastard!" I said, outraged. "You counted! In the middle of a bloody war, you counted!"
"Didn't you?"
"No!" I hadn't; I had been much too afraid to acknowledge the possibility of the thing I had hoped and prayed for so long, come now so horribly too late.
[...] 
"Claire," he said quietly. "Tomorrow I will die. This child...is all that will be left of me--ever. I ask ye, Claire--I beg you--see it safe.”

“Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.” 

“We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.”


“Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.”

[Lieblingszitate/ Favorite quotes] Chroniken von Narnia

Meine Lieblingszitate aus dem "König von Narnia"
My favourite Quotes from "The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe".
Zur Rezension geht es hier.

"This is very queer", she said and went on a step or two further. (Quelle)

"I mean, there was nothing there when we looked; even Lucy didn´t pretend there was."
"What has that to do with it?" said the Professor.
"Well, Sir, if things are real, they´re there all the time."
"Are they?" said the Professor; and Peter did not know quite what to say.

Every sensible person knows that you should never never shut yourself up in a wardrobe.

At the name of Aslan each one of the children felt something jump in its inside. Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror. Peter felt suddenly brave and adventorous. Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delightful strain of music had just floated by her. And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the mroning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer.

"It´s she that makes always winter. Always winter and never christmas, think of that!"

"Aslan is on the move. The Witch´s magic is weakening!" 

Das Wort "Aslan" ist türkisch  und heißt "Löwe. (Quelle)

"The dagger is to defend yourself in great need. For you are also not to be in the battle."
"Why, sir?" said Lucy. "I think - I don´t know - but I think I could be brave enough."
"That is not the point" said Father Christmas. "But battles are ugly when women fight."

"This is no thaw," said the dwarf, suddenly stopping. "This is spring! What are we to do? Your winter has been destroyed, I tell you! This is Aslan´s doing."

The children didn´t know what to do or say when they saw him. People who have not been in Narnia sometimes think that a thing cannot be good and terrible at the same time. If the children had ever thought so, they were cured of it now.

Peter did not feel very brave; indeed, he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do. He rushed straight up to the monster.

One bite from his jaws would have cost two or three of them their hands. But he never moved.

"Never met a nicer handkerchee. So fine, so handy. So - I don´t know how to describe it!"

"Mr Tumnus!" bawled Lucy in his ear, shaking him. "Do stop. Stop it at once! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a great big Faun like you. What on earth are you crying about?"
"Oh-oh-oh! sobbed Mr Tumnus, "I´m crying because I´m such a bad Faun."

"I don´t think you´re a bad Faun at all", said Lucy. "I think you are a very good Faun. You are the nicest Faun I´ve ever met."

"And you are, forgive me - you are what they call a girl?" (Quelle)

[Lieblingszitate/Favorite Quotes] Rebecca

Die Rezension zu Rebecca findet ihr hier.

"I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of the first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one."

"Don´t be angry at me anymore", I whispered.
"He took my facee in his hands, and looked down at me with his tired, strained eyes. "I´m not angry with you.", he said.
"Yes," I said. "I´ve made you unhappy. It´s the same as making you angry. You´re all wounded and hurt and torn inside. I can´t bear to see you like this. I love you so much."
"Do you?" he said. "Do you?" He held me very tight, and his eyes questioned me, dark and uncertain, the eyes of a child in pain, a child in fear.

"Would we never be together, he a man and I a woman, standing shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, with no guilt between us? I did not want to be a child. I wanted to be his wife, his mother. I wanted to be old."

"Please promise me never to wear black satin or pearls... or to be 36 years old."

"The roses were hers and i cut them. Did she resent me and fear me as I resented her? I could fight the living but I could not fight the dead. If there was some woman in London that Maxim loved, someone he wrote to, visited, dined with, slept with, I could fight with her. We would stand on common ground. I should not be afraid. Anger and jealousy were things that could be conquered. One day the woman would grow old or tired or different, and Maxim would not love her any more. But Rebecca would never grow old. Rebecca would always be the same. And her I could not fight. She was too strong for me."

"No, it's not too late. You're not to say that. I love you more than anything in the world. Oh, please Maxim, kiss me please." "No, it's no use. It's too late."

"I'm asking you to marry me, you little fool."