Frasi di Michael Cunningham

“Portami con te. Voglio un amore destinato a fallire. Voglio strade di notte, vento e pioggia e nessuno che mi chieda dove sono.”

“Non è un fallimento, si dice. Non è un fallimento essere in queste stanze, nella tua pelle, a tagliare i gambi dei fiori. Non è un fallimento, ma ti chiede qualcosa: ti chiede uno sforzo; semplicemente essere, ed essere grata; essere felice (terribile parola).”

“Mi guardò, e io lo vidi. Vidi ogni cosa: il suo desiderio per gli uomini, il suo senso di colpa e la sua delusione, la sua rabbia. Vidi che per certi aspetti quella rabbia era la rabbia di una donna. Aveva come una donna il senso del tradimento. Credeva di essere stato spinto ingiustamente ai margini, di essere stato amato dalle persone sbagliate e per le ragioni sbagliate. Per un attimo ebbi paura di lui. Paura di mio figlio, lì in quel luogo selvaggio, lontano da ogni altro essere umano. Ci eravamo protetti col silenzio perché la sola alternativa era di azzannarci, di graffiarci e morderci e urlare. Ci vergognavamo troppo, noi due, per una rabbia normale.”

“One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper.”

“The secret of flight is this -- you have to do it immediately, before your body realizes it is defying the laws.”

“There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.”

“These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.”

“Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.”

“What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is… It was death. I chose life.”

“we become the stories we tell ourselves”

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.”

“She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.”

“Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.”

“I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.”

“Perhaps, in the extravagance of youth, we give away our devotions easily and all but arbitrarily, on the mistaken assumption that we’ll always have more to give.”

“What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run.”

“She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself.”

“But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god, there's another.”

“This is what you do. You make a future for yourself out of the raw material at hand.”

“There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.”

“What I wanted to do seemed simple. I wanted something alive and shocking enough that it could be a morning in somebody's life. The most ordinary morning. Imagine, trying to do that.”

“She is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric.”

“Insomniacs know better than anyone how it would be to haunt a house.”

“She will remain sane and she will live as she was meant to live, richly and deeply, among others of her kind, in full possession and command of her gifts.”

“That is what we do. That is what people do. They stay alive for each other.”

“What do you do when you're no longer the hero of your own story?”

“A stray fact: insects are not drawn to candle flames, they are drawn to the light on the far side of the flame, they go into the flame and sizzle to nothingness because they're so eager to get to the light on the other side.”

“Please, God, send me something to adore.”

“Youth is the only sexy tragedy. It's James Dean jumping into his Porsche Spyder, it's Marilyn heading off to bed.”

“A celestial light appeared to Barrett Meeks in the sky over Central Park, four days after Barrett had been mauled, once again, by love. It was by no means his first romantic dropkick, but it was the first to have been conveyed by way of a five-line text, the fifth line of which was a crushingly corporate wish for good luck in the future, followed by three lowercase xxx’s.”