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Quotes from John Williams

The coroner announced heart failure as the cause of death, but William Stoner always felt that in a moment of anger and despair Sloane had willed his heart to cease, as if in a last mute gesture of love and contempt for a world that had betrayed him so profoundly that he could not endure in it.
~ John Williams
Begone, begone, you bloody whoreson Gauls!
~ John Williams
From the marriage had come only one child; he had wanted a son and had got a girl, and that was another disappointment he hardly bothered to conceal.
~ John Williams
U ?etrdeset tre?oj godini života William Stoner nau?io je ono što su drugi, mnogo mla?i, nau?ili prije njega: da osoba koju zavoliš u prvom trenutku nije osoba koju voliš na kraju i da ljubav nije svršetak puta, nego proces u kojem jedna osoba nastoji upoznati drugu.
~ John Williams
Stoner said to Finch, "I have no wish to retire before I have to, merely to accommodate a whim of Professor Lomax.
~ John Williams
Mata algo en la gente, algo que no puede recobrarse
~ John Williams
he said no more and hoped that his silence was less compromising than were his explanations.
~ John Williams
A tientas, confusos, se tocaron, se enredaron en un abrazo torpe y tenso y durante largo rato permanecieron sentados juntos sin moverse, como si cualquier movimiento pudiese dejar escapar de ellos la cosa extraña y terrible que agarraban con las manos.
~ John Williams
Their lives had been expended in cheerless labor, their wills broken, their intelligences numbed.
~ John Williams
The iconoclasm need not be loud and messy, I can almost hear him saying
~ John Williams
Edith smiled at him with a curious mixture of fondness and contempt.
~ John Williams
he saw the thin wrists that protruded inches out of his coat sleeves; and he wondered if he appeared as ludicrous to others as he did to himself.
~ John Williams
It's love, Mr. Stoner," Sloane said cheerfully. "You are in love. It's as simple as that.
~ John Williams
He saw the sickness of the world and of his own country, during the years after the great war; he saw hatred and suspicion become a kind of madness that swept across the land like a swift plague; he saw young men go again to war marching eagerly to a senseless doom, as if in the echo of a nightmare. STONER
~ John Williams
She had got the habit of silence; and though she reserved a shy, soft smile for her father, she would not talk to him.
~ John Williams
Anger was days of courteous silence, and love was a word of courteous endearment. She was an only child, and loneliness was one of the earliest conditions of her life.
~ John Williams
Edith's was a campaign waged with such cleverness and skill that he could find no rational grounds for complaint.
~ John Williams
He seldom thought of the past or the future, or of the disappointments and joys of either; he concentrated all his energies of which he was capable upon the moment of his work and hoped that he was at last defined by what he did.
~ John Williams
Edith's strategy became more indirect, more quiet and contained.
~ John Williams
It was a strategy that disguised itself as love and concern, and thus one against which he was helpless.
~ John Williams
He had come to that moment in his age when there occurred to him, with increasing intensity, a question of such overwhelming simplicity that he had no means to face it. He found himself wondering if his life were worth the living; if it had ever been. It was a question, he suspected, that came to all men at one time or another; he wondered if it came to them with such impersonal force as it came to him. The
~ John Williams
Se un libro cambia è soltanto perché siamo cambiati noi e lo affrontiamo in modo diverso.
~ John Williams
I've never wanted to admit it to myself," he said with something like tranquillity, "but you really do hate me, don't you, Edith?
~ John Williams
È per noi che esiste l'università, per i diseredati del mondo. Non per gli studenti, non per la disinteressata ricerca della conoscenza, né per le altre ragioni che sentite dire. Quelle sono solo una copertura, come quei pochi individui normali, idonei al mondo, che di tanto in tanto accogliamo tra noi. Ma è tutto fumo negli occhi.
~ John Williams