Quotes from Robert James Waller

Com o passar do tempo [Robert] começou a compreender que era essa luz que fotografava, e não objectos. Os objectos eram apenas veículos para reflectir a luz.

Como duas aves solitárias sobrevoando as imensas pradarias por vontade divina, todos estes anos e vidas avançámos ao encontro um do outro.

Umjesto da osjetiš zavist, samo se smješkaš, ideš dalje i nastojiš se usavršiti u radu. Boriš se sa svojim nesavršenostima koje možda otkriješ u tu?im dostignu?ima! Samo što ve?ina ljudi nije takva, naprotiv, rade upravo suprotno! Možda zato što je mnogo teže raditi nego cmizdriti!

As pessoas de Madison County não falavam assim, sobre aquelas coisas. Falavam sobre o tempo, sobre os produtos agrícolas, dos recém-nascidos e dos enterros, dos programas do Governo e das equipas desportivas. Não da arte e dos sonhos. Não das realidades que silenciavam a música, e encerravam os sonhos dentro de uma caixa.

Parte del problema, pensó, era la inercia de la costumbre prolongada. Todos los matrimonios, todas las relaciones son susceptibles a ella. La costumbre trae lo predecible, y lo predecible a su vez trae sus propias ventajas; eso también lo percibía

He noticed his voice shook a little, and he didn't like it. American males have their standards, after all.

Francesca não respondeu, intrigada com aquele homem (...) que tocava viola, que ganhava a vida com imagens e carregava o equipamento em mochilas. Que era como o vento. E que se movia como o vento. Que talvez viesse dele.

no soy más que un hombre. Y todas las elucubraciones filosóficas que puedo conjurar no me salvan de desearte, todos los días, a cada momento ni el despiadado gemido del tiempo, el tiempo que nunca puedo pasar contigo, dentro de mi cabeza. Te amo profundamente, totalmente. Y será siempre así.

Estamos a desistir da liberdade (...) e com a perda da liberdade, o cowboy desaparece, juntamente com o leão da montanha e o lobo cinzento.

Guardarle rencor al destino no conduce a nada; las cosas suceden sin razón ni ritmo alguno, no se puede decir nada más. Ir en contra de ese destino es como censurar el humo del fuego o el mismo viento, excepto cargar con aquello que te ha tocado en suerte y seguir adelante.

Once a person knows a kiss and a kind word, you can't blame him for never wanting to live without them again.

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them.

It's clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time. Though neither of us was aware of the other before we met, there was a kind of mindless certainty bumming blithely along beneath our ignorance that ensured we would come together. Like two solitary birds flying the great prairies by celestial reckoning, all of these years and lifetimes we have been moving toward one another.

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.

The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

Complex things are easy to do. Simplicity's the real challenge.

This is why I'm here on this planet, at this time, Francesca. Not to travel or make pictures, but to love you. I know that now. I have been falling from the rim of a great, high place, somewhere back in time, for many more years than I have lived in this life. And through all of those years, I have been falling toward you.

I sometimes have the feeling you've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of the rest of us has even dreamed about.

So here I am walking around with another person inside of me. Though I think I put it better the day we parted when I said there is a third person we have created from the two of us. And I am stalked now by that other entity.

First you must have the images, then come the words.

There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them.