Arseny Quotes & Sayings

At five thirty, the light was perfect: buttery and dense and fat somehow, swelling the room as it had the train into something expansive and hopeful. — Hanya Yanagihara

I would want to have Spider-Man's web slinging abilities. I always thought it'd be cool to swing around the city jumping off of buildings and free diving. — Denzel Whitaker

If you want great tranquility/ It's hard work and a long walk — Charles Wright

I saw my name: THOMAS, Petria. Saw my time, 57.72. Saw the number one next to them. I'd done it. Me! Petria Thomas, Olympic champion. The feeling inside was one of pure, utter joy. Excitement, disbelief, relief, hapiness, amazement, the whole works. Id worked so hard. I'd gone through so much, privately, publicly. I'd lost faith in myself and found it again. I'd sometimes stopped believing that I could do it and that I had a purpose in life. I'd come through the darkness, and this, this moment, was the sweetest, most amazing light there could possibly be. I was alive and loving it! — Petria Thomas

What is a soul?" Arseny asked.
It is what the Lord breathes into the body, what distinguishes us from rocks and plants. The soul makes us living beings, O Arseny. I compare the soul to a flame that originates in an earthly candle but has not earthly nature as it strives skyward, toward its kindred elements — Evgenij Vodolazkin

We part with tender relations stretching far behind us, that never can be exactly renewed, and with others dawning - yet before us ... — Charles Dickens

Whoever teaches without emancipating stultifies. — Jacques Ranciere

What clever man has ever needed to commit a crime? Crime is the last resort of political half-wits. — Charles Maurice De Talleyrand

There must be a profound recognition that parents are the first teachers and that education begins before formal schooling and is deeply rooted in the values, traditions, and norms of family and culture. — Sara Lawrence-Lightfoot

The three men walked on and were met by ever more new saints. The saints were not exactly moving or even speaking, but the silence and immobility of the dead were not absolute. There was, under the ground, a motion that was not completely usual, and a particular sort of voices rang out without disturbing the sternness and repose. The saints spoke using words from psalms and lines from the lives of saints that Arseny remembered well from childhood. When they drew the candles closer, shadows shifted along dried faces and brown, half-bent hands. The saints seemed to raise their heads, smile, and beckon, barely perceptibly, with their hands. A city of saints, whispered Ambrogio, following the play of the shadow. They present us the illusion of life. No, objected Arseny, also in a whisper. They disprove the illusion of death. — Evgenij Vodolazkin

Are you waiting for the end of the world? It normally coincides with your own. — Bangambiki Habyarimana

Be her and be yourself, simultaneously. Be outrageous. Being pious is easy and pleasant, go ahead and make yourself hated. — Evgenij Vodolazkin

Fish sighed and reached for the hotel phone. 'How do you say, "Bring me steak and eggs or I'll slit your throat" in Italian?' he asked. — Regina Doman

They embraced in parting. There were tears in the merchant's eyes:
"I do not like parting."
"Life consists of partings," said Arseny. "But you can rejoice more fully in companionship when you remember that."
"But I would (the merchant Vladislav blew his nose) gather up all the good people I've met and never let them go."
"I think then they would quickly become mean," smiled Ambrogio. (p. 238) — Evgenij Vodolazkin

Every time I go to the theater, there's something about the atmosphere, seeing something unfold live in front of an audience, that you can't get out of your system. — John Madden

Don't you get it Cat? You're the key. I knew it the day I laid eyes on you. — Amanda Bouchet

Now they were all moving to no effect-just moving, just switching things off and switching things on, just picking things up and putting things down and picking things up and stroking the cat and counting the mugs and fighting for air. It seemed that everything they did had already been done and done, and that everything they thought had already been thought and thought, and that this would never end. Excuse me said panic to each of them in turn. They had no mouth and they had to scream. — Martin Amis