Quotes from Jeffrey Eugenides

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I was struck dumb by the sight of this beloved face working itself up into what looked like hatred.

We were just speaking theoretically," said my father. "What does Uncle Pete know about having babies?" "He read this particular article in Scientific American," Milton said. And to bolster his case: "He's a subscriber.

I hadn't gotten old enough to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past, to childhood and before birth, finally, to commune with the dead.

Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in sadness, joy, or regret. Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling.

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Luce put his hand on the small of my back. Men have an annoying way of doing that. They touch your back as though there's a handle there, and direct you where they want you to go. Or they place their hand on your head, paternally. Men and their hands.

Antes era possível, em geral, dizer a nacionalidade da pessoa pela cara. A imigração acabou com isso. Depois ainda dava para descobrir a nacionalidade pelos sapatos. A globalização acabou com isso.

Or in my grandparents's case, the circling worked like this: as they paced around the deck the first time, Lefty and Desdemona were still brother and sister. The second time, the were bride and bridegroom. And the third, they were husband and wife.

That's right," said Milton. "That's what you call a basal thermometer. It reads the temperature down to a tenth of a degree." He raised his eyebrows. "Normal thermometers only read every two tenths. This one does it every tenth. Try it out. Put it in your mouth.

And so we lie on our backs, probing, recoiling, probing again, and the seeds of death get lost in the mess God made us. It's no different with the girls. Hardly have we begun to palpate their grief than we find ourselves wondering whether this particular wound was mortal or not, or whether (in our blind doctoring) it's a wound at all.

La observó con tal concentración que hasta dejó de existir

Pais supostamente legam características físicas aos filhos, mas acredito que todo tipo de outras coisas também: temas, cenários, até mesmo destinos.

Acts like these—simple, humane, conscientious, forgiving—held life together.

Meanwhile, in the greenroom to the world, I waited. Not even a gleam in my father's eye yet (he was staring gloomily at the thermometer case in his lap). Now my mother gets up from the so-called love seat. She heads for the stairway, holding a hand to her forehead, and the likelihood of my ever coming to be seems more and more remote.

A mente se autoedita. A mente se dá retoques. Habitar um corpo é diferente de estar fora dele. De fora, a gente pode olhar, inspecionar, comparar.

As mulheres sabem o que significa ter um corpo. Compreendem suas dificuldades e fragilidades, suas glórias e seus prazeres. Os homens tratam o corpo como coisa só sua. Cuidam dele privadamente, mesmo quando estão em público.

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But even as we make these conclusions we feel our throats plugging up, because they are both true and untrue. So much has been written about the girls in the newspapers, so much has been said over backyard fences, or related over the years in psychiatrists' offices, that we are certain only of the insufficiency of explanations.

The moments that led up to me fell into place as though decreed. Which, I guess, is why I think about them so much.

She walked to the cupboard, then stopped and folded her hands behind her. "It's private. Do you mind?" she said, and Peter Sissen sped down the stairs, blushing, and after thanking Mr. and Mrs. Lisbon, hurried off to tell us that Lux Lisbon was bleeding between the legs that very instant, while the fish flies made the sky filthy and the streetlamps came on.

Planning is for the world's great cities, for Paris, London, and Rome, for cities dedicated, at some level, to culture. Detroit, on the other hand, was an American city and therefore dedicated to money, and so design had given way to expediency. Since 1818, the city had spread out along the river, warehouse by warehouse, factory by factory. Judge Woodward's wheels had been squashed, bisected, pressed into the usual rectangles.

Looking back now, I can only remember a time when the world seemed to have a million eyes, silently opening wherever I went. Most of the time they were camouflaged, like the closed eyes of green lizards in green trees. But then they snapped open -- on the bus, in the pharmacy -- and I felt the intensity of all that looking, the desire and desperation.

Ezekben az idÅ'kben még meg lehetett állapítani az emberek nemzeti hovatartozását a szaguk alapján. Dezdemóna a hátán fekve, behunyt szemmel is felismerte az egyik oldalán fekvÅ' szomszédja árulkodó hagymaszagáról, hogy csak magyar lehet, a másikéról meg, akinek nyershús-szaga volt, azt, hogy örmény.