Romain Gary Quotes

През цялото време я беше страх, но не като всичко живо, а още повече.

For a few minutes I tried to empty my mind entirely, to concentrate solely on breathing: sometimes it’s useful to rediscover simpler pleasures of life.

And I found myself falling off asleep, because in that half-awake state, one’s sensibilities are blunted and happiness can still hover nearby...

No doubt about it: numbers are the future. The world’s been learning to count since the days of chivalry ended and it’s only going to get worse. We’re about to witness the end of everything that isn’t quantifiable — honor, for example.

...защото то, щастието, е известно най-вече със своята липса … не държа обаче да съм щастлив, животът е за предпочитане. Ужасна гадория е щастието, долна работа, на мен да ми се падне, ще му сменя физиономията.

Your generation is suffering from what for lack of a better word I shall call over-debunk. There was a lot of debunking that had to be done, of course. Bigotry, militarism, nationalism, religious intolerance, hypocrisy, phonyness, all sorts of dangerous, ready-made, artificially preserved false values. But your generation and the generation before yours went too far with their debunking job. You went overboard. Over-debunk, that's what you did. It's moral overkill. It's like those insecticides Rachel Carson speaks of in her book, that poison everything, and kill all the nice, useful bugs as well as the bad ones, and in the end poison human beings as well. In the end, it poisons life itself, the very air we breathe. That's what you did, morally and intellectually speaking. Yours is a silent spring. You have overprotected yourselves. You are all no more than twenty, twenty-two years old, but yours is a silent spring, I'm telling you. Nothing sings for you any more.

Avec l'amour maternel, la vie vous fait, à l'aube, une promesse qu'elle ne tient jamais. Chaque fois qu'une femme vous prend dans ses bras et vous serre sur son coeur, ce ne sont plus que des condoléances. On revient toujours gueuler sur la tombe de sa mère comme un chien abandonné. Jamais plus, jamais plus, jamais plus. Des bras adorables se referment autour de votre cou et des lèvres très douces vous parlent d'amour, mais vous êtes au courant. Vous êtes passé à la source très tôt et vous avez tout bu. Lorsque la soif vous reprend, vous avez beau vous jeter de tous côtés, il n'y a plus de puits, il n'y a que des mirages. Vous avez fait, dès la première lueur de l'aube, une étude très serrée de l'amour et vous avez sur vous de la documentation. Je ne dis pas qu'il faille empêcher les mères d'aimer leurs petits. Je dis simplement qu'il vaut mieux que les mères aient encore quelqu'un d'autre à aimer. Si ma mère avait eu un amant, je n'aurais pas passé ma vie à mourir de soif auprès de chaque fontaine. Malheureusement pour moi, je me connais en vrais diamants.

Мисля, че в мен има някаква развейпрахщина - все още ми се ще да бъда щастлив.

Islam calls that 'the roots of heaven' and to the Mexican Indians it is the 'tree of life' — the thing that makes both of them fall on their knees and raise their eyes and beat their tormented breasts. [...] Our needs — for justice, for freedom and dignity — are roots of heaven that are deeply embedded in our hearts, but of heaven itself men know nothing but the gripping roots...

Look, what do you think it matters to me, all that - all that business of - of the body? Do you suppose I actually picked you, of my own free will? As if I'd gone out shopping and decided you were the best buy for the money? I had no choice at all... You're you, and there's no one, nothing else. We talk about 'falling' in love. Well, I 'fell.

Biz insanlar, hem de nice bir zamandan beri mutsuz bir çocukluk içindeyiz.

If there is something that opens horizons, it is precisely ignorance.

Известно ми е също така, че съществува взаимна любов, но чак за такъв разкош не претендирам. Някой, когото да обичам - това ми е първата необходимост.

Виждам живота като щафета, в която, преди да рухне, всеки трябва да отнесе възможно най-далеч предизвикателството да бъдеш човек.

Когато се събличаше, за да се оставиш на клиента, не вършеше кой знае какво зло... Хората никога не правят зло, когато си събуват гащите... Това е буржоазен морал. Не, за истинските си мръсотии хората се обличат. Дори си слагат униформа или сюртук. Никой никога не е сторил голямо зло по гол задник...