Quotes from Jhumpa Lahiri

La lingua è vera, ma la maniera in cui la assorbo e utilizzo sembra finita. Un lessico cercato acquisito, resta per sempre anomalo, come se fosse artefatto, anche se non lo è.

At night, on the other hand, I already know that I'm not going to get any sleep in this room they've stuck me in. It's the kind of room that makes me hate the world. I'd toss all this stuff out the window, if I could. I might even toss myself out. I'm on the twelfth floor. But these windows don't open.

In questo libro la lingua non è soltanto lo strumento ma anche il soggetto. L'italiano resta la maschera, il filtro, lo sbocco, il mezzo. Il distacco senza il quale non riesco a creare niente. Ed è questo nuovo distacco che mi aiuta a mostrare il mio volto.

Ambos tinham buscado conforto um no outro e em seu mundo compartilhado, talvez porque fosse uma novidade, ou por medo de que esse mundo estivesse morrendo lentamente.

Grazie a questo progetto di scrittura spero che un pezzo di me possa restare qui, ed è consolante, anche se mi auguro che ogni libro al mondo appartenga a tutti, oppure a nessuno, da nessuna parte.

Within Bengali families, individual names are sacred, inviolable. They are not meant to be inherited or shared.

Pet names are never recorded officially, only uttered and remembered

It was that she had already fallen in love, and been married, and had a child, and had her heart broken. He had yet to experience any of those things.

É como se um prédio por cujo projeto ele fosse o responsável tivesse desabado na frente de todo mundo. E, no entanto, ele não pode culpá-la de fato. Ambos tinham agido pelo mesmo impulso, esse foi o erro dos dois. Ambos tinham buscado conforto um no outro e em seu mundo compartilhado, talvez porque fosse uma novidade, ou por medo de que esse mundo estivesse morrendo lentamente

Years ago, Dr. Grant had helped her to put what she felt into words. She'd told Bela that the feeling would ebb but never fully go away. It would form part of her landscape, wherever she went. She said that her mother's absence would always be present in her thoughts. She told Bela that there would never be an answer for why she'd gone.

In some senses Ashoke and Ashima live the lives of the extremely aged, those for whom everyone they once knew and loved is lost, those who survive and are consoled by memory alone. Even those family members who continue to live seem dead somehow, always invisible, impossible to touch. Voices on the phone, occasionally bearing news of births and weddings, send chills down their spines. How could it be, still alive, still talking?

Ulkona on valtava melu: meren ja tuulen pauhu, kuohunta joka peittää alleen kaiken, ja minä mietin, kuinka luonnon levottomuus voikin olla niin tyynnyttävää.

She refused to think of it as an arranged marriage but knew in her heart that that was what it was. In Rome, she communicated with Navin by e-mail and spoke to him a few times on the phone, conversations heavy with the weight of things to come but lacking the foundation of any lived history between them.

Studiando una lingua straniera in questo modo, non si può affogare. L'altra lingua è sempre lí per sostenerti, per salvarti. Ma non basta galleggiare senza la possibilità di annegare, di colare a picco. Per conoscere una nuova lingua, per immergersi, si deve lasciare la sponda. Senza salvagente. Senza poter contare sulla terraferma.

And yet, certain physical aspects of Rhode Island—a state so small within the context of America that on some maps its landmass was indicated only by an arrow pointing to its location—corresponded roughly to those of Calcutta, within India. Mountains to the north, an ocean to the east, the majority of land to the south and west.

Three times a day, for the next three days, until they've buried my friend's father, until they come back, the dog and I make the same rounds. I grow fond of the animal, of his ears, always alert, and of his careful gait, his determined muzzle.

Questo libro mi permette di leggerne altri, di aprire la porta di una nuova lingua. Mi accompagna, ancora adesso, quando vado in vacanza, durante i viaggi. È diventato una necessità.

È bella, certo, ma non c'entra la bellezza. Sembra una lingua con cui devo avere una relazione.

So che sarei insoddisfatta, incompleta, se non la imparassi.

the bathroom to weigh myself or to the kitchen to drink a glass of tepid water before preparing the coffeepot. The city doesn't beckon or lend me a shoulder today. Maybe it knows I'm about to leave. The sun's dull disk defeats me; the dense sky is the same one that will carry me away. That vast and vaporous territory, lacking precise pathways, is all that binds us together now. But it never preserves our tracks.

Even a novel drawn from reality, faithful to it, is not the truth, just as the image in the mirror is not a person in flesh and blood. It remains, that is, an abstraction, no matter how realistic, how close to the facts.

She has never read any Gogol herself, but she is willing to place him on a shelf in her mind, along with Tennyson and Wordsworth

Those who don't belong to any specific place can't, in fact, return anywhere. The concepts of exile and return imply a point of origin, a homeland. Without a homeland and without a true mother tongue, I wander the world, even at my desk. In the end I realize that it wasn't a true exile: far from it. I am exiled even from the definition of exile.

I watched your father killed before my eyes, she might have said.