Frasi di Bohumil Hrabal

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Bohumil Hrabal

Data di nascita: 28. Marzo 1914
Data di morte: 3. Febbraio 1997

Bohumil Hrabal è stato uno scrittore ceco.

Nel 1995 ha ricevuto il Premio Grinzane Cavour. Il regista Jiří Menzel ha tratto diversi film da romanzi e soggetti di Hrabal, tra cui Treni strettamente sorvegliati, vincitore dell'Oscar al miglior film in lingua straniera.

Frasi Bohumil Hrabal

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scrittore ceco 1914 – 1997

„Perché io mi posso permettere quel lusso di essere abbandonato, anche se io abbandonato non lo sono mai, io sono soltanto solo per poter vivere in una solitudine popolata di pensieri, perché io sono un po' uno spaccone dell'infinito e dell'eternità e l'infinito e l'eternità forse hanno un debole per le persone come me.“

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scrittore ceco 1914 – 1997

„E io alle falde della montagna mi raggomitolo come Adamo nel cespuglio, con un libro in mano apro gli occhi su un mondo diverso da quello dove appunto stavo, perché io quando incomincio a leggere sto proprio altrove, sto nel testo, io mi meraviglio e devo colpevolmente ammettere di essere davvero stato in un sogno, in un mondo più bello, di essere stato nel cuore stesso della verità.“da Una solitudine troppo rumorosa, p. 5-6

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scrittore ceco 1914 – 1997

„I cieli non sono umani e la vita sopra di me e sotto di me e dentro di me neppure.“Too Loud a Solitude

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scrittore ceco 1914 – 1997

„L'unica cosa di cui si può aver terrore al mondo è ciò che si è calcificato, il terrore delle forme rigide, morenti.“

mondo

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scrittore ceco 1914 – 1997

„Qui ho visto, quando è tramontato il sole, come si coricano i gattini, come si mettono a strati, come stanno stesi nei nidi di pelliccetta più caldi quei due che qualcuno ci ha buttato dentro il giardino e poi è scappato... Aprilina, preghi per me, perché io continui a stare al mondo, se non altro, ormai, per i miei gattini... Perché per l'inverno non li aspetta altro che l'allevamento al freddo, preghi per noi qui, per le ragazzine, le tre mamme gatte, preghi per Cassius [... ].“

mondo

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop.“

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„I can be by myself because I'm never lonely; I'm simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and Infinity and Eternity seem to take a liking to the likes of me.“Too Loud a Solitude

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.“Too Loud a Solitude

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it's meant to make you jump out of your bed in your underwear and run and beat the author's brains out.“Dancing Lessons for the Advanced in Age

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„My education has been so unwitting I can't quite tell which of my thoughts come from me and which from my books, but that's how I've stayed attuned to myself and the world around me for the past thirty-five years. Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.“Too Loud a Solitude

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax...“I Served the King of England

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.“

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.“Too Loud a Solitude

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„I always loved twilight: it was the only time of day I had the feeling that something important could happen. All things were more beautiful bathed in twilight, all streets, all squares, and all the people walking through them; I even had the feeling that I was a handsome young man, and I liked looking at myself in the mirror, watching myself in the shop windows as I strode along, and even when I touched my face, I felt no wrinkles at my mouth or forehead.“Too Loud a Solitude

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„Sometimes when I get up and emerge from the mists of slumber, my whole room hurts, my whole bedroom, the view from the window hurts, kids go to school, people go shopping, everybody knows where to go, only I don't know where I want to go, I get dressed, blearily, stumbling, hopping about to pull on my trousers, I go and shave with my electric razor - for years now, whenever I shave, I've avoided looking at myself in the mirror, I shave in the dark or round the corner, sitting on a chair in the passage, with the socket in the bathroom, I don't like looking at myself any more, I'm scared by my own face in the bathroom, I'm hurt even by my own appearance, I see yesterday's drunkenness in my eyes, I don't even have breakfast any more, or if I do, only coffee and a cigarette, I sit at the table, sometimes my hands give way under me and several times I repeat to myself, Hrabal, Hrabal, Bohumil Hrabal, you've victoried yourself away, you've reached the peak of emptiness, as my Lao Tzu taught me, I've reached the peak of emptiness and everything hurts, even the walk to the bus-stop hurts, and the whole bus hurts as well, I lower my guilty-looking eyes, I'm afraid of looking people in the eye, sometimes I cross my palms and extend my wrists, I hold out my hands so that people can arrest me and hand me over to the cops, because I feel guilty even about this once too loud a solitude which isn't loud any longer, because I'm hurt not only by the escalator which takes me down to the infernal regions below, I'm hurt even by the looks of the people travelling up, each of them has somewhere to go, while I've reached the peak of emptiness and don't know where I want to go.“Total Fears: Selected Letters to Dubenka

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Czech bookwriter and writer 1914 – 1997

„I was always lucky in my bad luck.“

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