Frasi di Diane Setterfield

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“Sarà che le emozioni hanno un odore, o un sapore; sarà che le trasmettiamo inconsapevolmente inviando vibrazioni nell'aria.”

“Quale sostegno, quale consolazione nella Verità, a paragone di una storia? A che giova la Verità a mezzanotte, al buio, quando il vento ruggisce nel comignolo come un orso? Quando il lampo sprigiona ombre sulla parete della stanza e la pioggia bussa alla finestra con le sue lunghe unghie? No: quando paura e freddo ti immobilizzano a letto come una statua, non aspettarti che la scarna e ossuta Verità accorra in tuo aiuto. Quello che ci vuole è il pingue conforto di una storia: sentirti placare, cullare dalla sicurezza di una bugia.”

“What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?”

“Emmeline didn't call me anything. She didn't need, for I was always there. You only need names for the absent.”

“A story so cherished it has to be dressed in casualness to disguise its significance in case the listener turned out to be unsympathetic.”

“For it must be very lonely being dead.”

“Life is compost.”

“Sometimes you can know things. Things about yourself. Things from before you can remember.”

“People with ambition don't give a damn what other people think of them.”

“There are times when the human face and body can express the yearning of the heart so accurately that you can, as they say, read them like a book. Do not abandon me.”

“Tragedy alters everything.”

“We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delinaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all.
I know, he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.”

“Fate, at first so amenable, so reasonable, so open to negotiation, ends up by exacting a cruel revenge for happiness.”