Quotes from Joseph Conrad

Árboles, árboles, millares de árboles, una inmensidad, alzando sus copas hacia las alturas; y a sus pies, navegando junto a la orilla, contra la corriente, ese vapor herrumbroso, arrastrándose como un escarabajo perezoso por el suelo de un pórtico elevado.

The edge of a colossal jungle, so dark-green as to be almost black, fringed with white surf, ran straight, like a ruled line, far, far away along a blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist.

Vagábamos por una tierra prehistórica, una tierra con el aspecto de un planeta desconocido

He stooped over her, and her raised arms fell upon his shoulders. He lifted her up, steadied himself and began to walk, looking straight before him. What are you doing? she asked, feebly. I am escaping from my enemies, he said, never once glancing at his light burden. With me? she sighed, helplessly. Never without you, he said. You are my strength.

To see it thwarted opened his eyes to the true nature of the world, whose morality was artificial, corrupt, and blasphemous.

To destroy public faith in legality was the imperfect formula of his pedantic fanaticism; but the subconscious conviction that the framework of an established social order cannot be effectually shattered except by some form of collective or individual violence was precise and correct.  He was a moral agent—that was settled in his mind.

brillaban como discos de mica, con curiosidad, aunque manteniendo su general

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible which is also detestable

Mr. Verloc, going out in the morning, left his shop nominally in charge of his brother-in-law.

at him I seemed to see again the other one—the father, cast out

La luna se alzaba. Figuras negras vagaban alrededor, vertiendo agua sobre los escombros

He was a corpulent man, with a gift for sly chaffing, which to the end of his life he exercised in his intercourse with his son, a little pityingly, as if upon a half-witted person.

The promises, the terrors, the hopes of eternity, are the concern of the corrupt dead; but the obvious sweetness of life belongs to living, healthy men.

He remembered that she was pretty, and, more, that she had a special grace in the intimacy of life. She had the secret of individuality which excites and escapes.

Bad world for poor people.

It seems that the savage autocracy, any more than the divine democracy, does not limit its diet exclusively to the bodies of its enemies. It devours its friends and servants as well.

He looked upon the immortal sea with the awakened and groping perception of its heartless might; he saw it unchanged, black and foaming under the eternal scrutiny of the stars; he heard its impatient voice calling for him out of a pitiless vastness full of unrest, turmoil, and of terror. He looked afar upon it, and he saw an immensity tortured and blind, moaning and furious, that claimed all the days of his tenacious life, and, when life was over, would claim the worn-out body of its slave...

faithful death that never forgets in the press of work the most insignificant of its children.

It is universally understood that, as if it were nothing more substantial than vapour floating in the sky, every emotion of a woman is bound to end in a shower.

He was a dismal man,with a perpetual tear sparkling at the end of his nose,who either had been in trouble,or was in trouble,or expected to be in trouble – couldn't be happy unless something went wrong.

Coração das trevas talvez seja o maior exemplo de como o ser humano pode ignorar a realidade brutal que o cerca.

I would just as soon have abused the old village church at home for not being a cathedral.

hot-tempered, but the sight of some nondescript and miry creature sitting cross-legged amongst a lot of loose straw, and swinging itself to and fro like a bear in a cage, made him pause. Then this tramp stood up silently before him, one mass of mud and filth from head to foot. Smith, alone amongst his stacks with this apparition, in the stormy twilight ringing with the infuriated barking of the dog, felt the dread of an inexplicable strangeness. But when that being, parting with

The diabolic love and the unearthly hate of the mysteries it had penetrated fought for the possession of that soul satiated with primitive emotions.