Quotes from K?b? Abe

If I made nothing of it, then surely no one else would either. ... To accustom others to my face was the best short cut to getting used to it myself.

Indeed, jealousy is an animal feeling, capable even of rising to murder. There are apparently two hypotheses about jealousy: that it is a product of civilization and that it is a basic instinct of animals.

I had dreamt up a cause for my jealousy by myself and I was jealous because of myself.

When he actually began working, for some reason he did not resist it as much as he thought he would. What could be the cause of this change? he wondered. Was it the fear that the water would be discontinued? Was it because of his indebtedness to the woman, or something about the character of the work itself? Work seemed something fundamental for man, something which enabled him to endure the aimless flight of time.

I was indeed in love with you. Though I was perhaps awkward about it, my love was constant. But the unhappy state of affairs was that I could affirm this love through awkwardness alone. I was like a child who cannot go on his school outing; at this point I could only be jealous of others.

I can hardly believe that the face is so important to a man's existence. A man's worth should be gauged by the content of his work; possibly the convolutions of the surface of the brain have something to do with it, but his face certainly does not. If the loss of a face can cause conspicuous change in the scale of evaluation, it may well be owing to a fundamental emptiness of content.

I stuck a cigarette through the slit in the bandage and asked myself with a nervous fidget what I had lost along with my face.

speranÅ£ele aveau s? moar? otr?vite de îndoielile lui.

Por eso uno se roe las uñas en la imposibilidad de hallar la paz en el simple latido del corazón; consume cigarrillos porque no está satisfecho con el ritmo de su propio cerebro; uno tiene que hacer temblar su cuerpo al no encontrar la satisfacción tan sólo en el sexo.

Then, suddenly, as if the floor of time had slipped away...

Se spune c? rima nu-?i atinge cre?terea complet?, decat dac? este stimulat?.

The fact has been made clear that your face—the mobile, harmonious type—was a mask too. In short, we are two spots of the same ink. It was not solely my responsibility.

La Å£ar? lumea se gandea mult pan? se exprima în cuvinte. În privinÅ£a asta erau mai cinstiÅ£i.

If it were a question of excuses and consolation, I would have preferred to melt away like smoke.

Era luna... o frantur? de lumin? sp?l?cit?, ca aripile unei furnici. Cand ochii se obiÅŸnuir? cu ea, întreaga cupol? a bilei de nisip se pref?cu într-un lichid str?lucitor, care avea Å£es?tura frunziÅŸului proasp?t.

let's try bravely putting out the light. When the lights go out, that's the end of the masquerade ball. In the dark, with neither face nor mask, I should like us to try to reestablish relations with each other. I should like to believe the new melody that comes to me from the darkness.

the idea was not at all extraordinary; like some windblown seed, it needed only a speck of ground and a drop of water to grow.

Grea era aÅŸteptarea! Timpul p?rea strans în nesfarÅŸite cute adanci, ca niÅŸte foaie. Dac? nu se oprea la fiecare cut?, erau tot soiul de b?nuieli, fiecare cu arma ei. ÎÅ£i trebuia un efort teribil ca s? mergi înainte, f?candu-te c? nu le crezi ÅŸi dandu-le la o parte. În fine, dup? ce aÅŸteptase toat? noaptea, venir? zorile. DimineaÅ£a radea de el, lipindu-ÅŸi faÅ£a, ca burta unui melc, de geamul ferestrei.

It was a wretched feeling, like wearing wet socks.

AÅŸa se spune, înfrangerea începe cu teama de a fi înfrant.

No matter how many faces I have, there is no changing the fact that I am me. I was just attempting to fill in a too-long intermission in my life with a trivial "masked play.

Timpului nu-i dai pinteni ca unui cal.

Vaguely, I began to regret having come. Institute sounded respectable enough, but this was the kind of setup some neighborhood practitioner might choose.

the expression is something like an equation by which we show our relationship with others. It's a roadway between oneself and others. If it's blocked by a landslide, even those who have been at pains to travel it will think you are now some uninhabited, dilapidated house and perhaps pass by.