Paolo Giordano Quotes & Sayings

All he did all afternoon was calculate again and again how many hours of study time he was losing. Thinking about it now, he felt stupid, as we all do when we remember all the time we waste wishing we were somewhere else. — Paolo Giordano

Even though he was afraid to admit it, when he was with her it seemed it was worth doing all those normal things that normal people do. — Paolo Giordano

All Mattia saw was a shadow moving toward him. He instinctively closed his eyes and then felt Alice's hot mouth on his, her tears on his cheek, or maybe they weren't hers, and finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them. — Paolo Giordano

In the end it happens, in some way you couldn't imagine before. — Paolo Giordano

Mattia was right: the days had slipped over her skin like a solvent, one after the other, each removing a very thin layer of pigment from her tattoo, and from both of their memories. The outlines, like the circumstances, were still there, black and well delineated, but the colors had merged together until they faded into a dull, uniform tonality, a neutral absence of meaning. — Paolo Giordano

Those nights when the future seemed to last only till the morning and he would count off the hours, one by one, by the chimes of distant church bells. — Paolo Giordano

You'll get used to it. In the end you won't even notice it anymore," he said.
"How is that possible? It will always be there, right before my eyes."
"Exactly," said Mattia. "Which is precisely why you won't see it anymore. — Paolo Giordano

They weren't smiling and were looking in opposite directions, but it was as if their bodies flowed smoothly into each other's, through their arms and fingers ... There was a shared space between their bodies, the confines of which were not well delineated, from which nothing seemed to be missing and in which the air seemed motionless, undisturbed. — Paolo Giordano

As if moved by a breeze that only she could feel. — Paolo Giordano

Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains. — Paolo Giordano

Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other. — Paolo Giordano

Twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching. If you have the patience to go on counting, you discover that these pairs gradually become rarer. You encounter increasingly isolated primes, lost in that silent, measured space made only of ciphers, and you develop a distressing presentiment that the pairs encountered up until that point were accidental, that solitude is the true destiny. Then, just when you're about to surrender, when you no longer have the desire to go on counting, you come across another pair of twins, clutching each other tightly. — Paolo Giordano

She emptied herself of Fabio and of herself, of all the useless efforts she had made to get where she was and find nothing there. With detached curiosity she observed the rebirth of her weaknesses, her obsessions. This time she would let them decide, since she hadn't been able to do anything anyway. Against certain parts of yourself you remain powerless, she said to herself, as she regressed pleasurably to the time when she was a girl. — Paolo Giordano

You can fall ill with just a memory. — Paolo Giordano

Mattia's voice no longer stirred anything in his stomach, but he was aware of the idea of him and always would be, as the only true benchmark for everything that had come afterward. — Paolo Giordano

In the end we are almost never happy or unhappy because of what happens to us; we are one or the other depending on the humor that flows inside us — Paolo Giordano

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else. — Paolo Giordano

For Alice and Mattia, the high school years were an open wound that had seemed so deep that it could never heal. They had passed through them without breathing, he rejecting the world and she feeling rejected by it, and eventually they had noticed that it didn't make all that much difference. They had formed a defective and asymmetrical friendship, made up of long absences and much silence, a clean and empty space where both could come back to breathe when the walls of their school became too close for them to ignore the feeling of suffocation. — Paolo Giordano

From the stereo came music that Alice didn't recognize, but it wasn't there to be listened to, just to complete a perfect scenario; there was nothing casual about it. — Paolo Giordano

With photography Alice liked the actions more than the results. She liked opening the back of the camera and unrolling the new film a couple of inches, just enough to catch it in the runner, and thinking that this empty film would soon become something and not knowing what, taking the first few snaps into the void, aiming, focusing, checking her balance, deciding whether to include or exclude pieces of reality as she saw fit, enlarging, distorting. — Paolo Giordano

Their only plans were to stay there and wait for Sunday afternoon to wear itself out all by itself and it would once again be time to do something necessary, like eating, sleeping, or starting yet another week. — Paolo Giordano

She reflected that if anything was going to be resolved, it would be resolved in the car. Afterward she would no longer have the strength. She would finally abandon herself, without remorse, to her translations, to the books whose pages she dissected by day and night, to earn her living and fill the holes dug by time. — Paolo Giordano

We drove around for half an hour in search of two free parking spaces because you couldn't get into a single one," he said, to banish those thoughts.
"It was just an excuse to keep you with me," Alice replied. "But you never understood anything. — Paolo Giordano

With a little effort, she could get up by herself. — Paolo Giordano

How she longed for the uninhibitedness of kids her age, their vacuous sense of immortality. — Paolo Giordano

Death realigns roles according to a formal order of importance. — Paolo Giordano

The whole house, its very walls, was impregnated with a smell of vitality that he was unused to. He thought about his own apartment, where it was so easy to decide simply not to exist. — Paolo Giordano

Prime numbers are divisible only by 1 and by themselves. They hold their place in the infinite series of natural numbers, squashed, like all numbers, between two others, but one step further than the rest. They are suspicious, solitary numbers, which is why Mattia thought they were wonderful. Sometimes he thought that they had ended up in that sequence by mistake, that they'd been trapped, like pearls strung on a necklace. Other times he suspected that they too would have preferred to be like all others, just ordinary numbers, but for some reason they couldn't do it. This second thought struck him mostly at night, in the chaotic interweaving of images that comes before sleep, when the mind is too weak to tell itself lies. — Paolo Giordano

If we couldn't see anything outside the car, if we didn't know we were moving, there would be no way of telling whether it was the raindrops' fault or our own, Said Mattia — Paolo Giordano

She was stung by sharp regret thinking about the sheets and tablecloths, so costly and never used due to excessive regard. — Paolo Giordano

All opening moves were the same, like in chess. You don't have to come up with anything new, there's no point, because you're both after the same thing anyway. The game soon finds its own way and it's only at that point that you need a strategy. — Paolo Giordano

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates. — Paolo Giordano

The scene was set. All that was required was an action, a cold start, instant and brutal as beginnings always are. — Paolo Giordano

Separating them were two layers of brick, a few inches of plaster, and nine years of silence. — Paolo Giordano

In fact, they didn't talk much at all, but they spent time together, each in his own abyss, held safe and tight by the other's silence. — Paolo Giordano

He opened his mouth to reply that feeling special is the worst kind of cage that a person can build for himself, but he didn't say anything. — Paolo Giordano

The archaeologists who will come and blow away the ashes from our house will unearth only the metal parts of the sophisticated furnishings, and it will take them some time to reconstruct their original beauty; they will find very few objects and almost no embellishments, not even in Emanuele's room, which from year to year is being emptied of toys and colors, because everything that's important to him is now found in the circuits of a tablet. I wonder what would suggest to them that a couple and then a family had lived in those rooms and that they were happy together, at least for long stretches of time. — Paolo Giordano

Mattia stayed right where he was, feeling those clothes that weren't his, but with the pleasant sensation of disappearing into them. — Paolo Giordano

Over the past year, since breaking up with Martin, she had begun to notice the foreignness of the place, to suffer from the chill that dried her skin and never really left her, even in the summer. And yet she couldn't make up her mind to leave. She depended on the place now; she had grown attached to it with the obstinacy with which people become attached only to things that hurt them. — Paolo Giordano

Do you really like studying?"
Mattia nodded.
"Why?"
"It's the only thing I know how to do," he said shortly. He wanted to tell her that he liked studying because you can do it alone, because all the things you study are already dead, cold, and chewed over. He wanted to tell her that the pages of the schoolbooks were all the same temperature, that they left you time to choose, that they never hurt you and you couldn't hurt them either. But he said nothing. — Paolo Giordano

It was like being wrapped in a sheet, all white, nothing but white, above, below, all around you. It was the exact opposite of darkness, but it frightened Alice in precisely the same way. — Paolo Giordano

Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent. — Paolo Giordano

She and Mattia were united by an invisible, elastic thread, buried under a pile of meaningless things, a thread that could exist only between two people like themselves: two people who had acknowledged their own solitude within the other. — Paolo Giordano

Perhaps the old lady had kidnapped Michela, had found her in the park and taken her away, because she had a violent desire for a little girl but couldn't have children. Her womb was defective or else she was unwilling to make a bit of room in it.
Just like me, thought Alice. — Paolo Giordano

Mattia was startled to find that he still had instincts, buried beneath the dense network of thoughts and abstractions that had woven itself around him. — Paolo Giordano

She tried to open the bottle, but the top slipped through her fingers without moving. He took the bottle from her hand and opened it with his thumb and index finger. There was nothing special in the gesture and yet she found it strangely fascinating like a small heroic feat performed specially for her. — Paolo Giordano

But his eyes were too dark for her to make out any spark in them — Paolo Giordano

They had passed through them in a state of apnoea, he rejecting the world and she feeling rejected by it, and they had noticed that it didn't make a big difference. — Paolo Giordano

When a relationship is severed, it's best if it's severed cleanly and permanently. — Paolo Giordano

As a little girl she had liked looking at her palms against the light, the red peeking through her closed fingers. Once she had shown it to her father and he had kissed her fingertips, pretending to eat them. — Paolo Giordano

In the long run, every love needs someone to witness and acknowledge it, to validate it, or it may turn out to be just a mirage. — Paolo Giordano

Why did you choose to stay here?" ( ... )
"I don't know," he said. "It's as if there's more oxygen here. — Paolo Giordano

They lived the slow and invisible interpenetration of their universes, like two stars gravitating around a common axis, in ever tighter orbits, whose clear destiny is to coalesce at some point in space and time. — Paolo Giordano

His wife was disappearing from life like a wet mark drying on a shirt. — Paolo Giordano

Numbers are everywhere," said Denis. "They're always the same, aren't they?"
"Yes."
"But Alice is only here."
"Yes."
"So you've already made up your mind. — Paolo Giordano

His scars were hidden and safe in her hand. — Paolo Giordano

She was sleeping a sleep that wasn't her own and the gadgets to which she was connected didn't make a sound. — Paolo Giordano

She found herself thinking of how it would feel to be safely trapped in his arms, with no more possibility to choose. — Paolo Giordano

Feeling special is the worst kind of cage a person can build for himself. — Paolo Giordano

She was tired, with that tiredness that only emptiness brings. — Paolo Giordano

It was strange to find them here, still alive, with their shared bits of past that suddenly counted for nothing. — Paolo Giordano

That evening, getting up from the table, she had crossed the invisible boundary beyond which things start working by themselves. — Paolo Giordano