Quotes from Elena Ferrante

Right after her funeral I felt the way you feel when it suddenly starts raining hard, and you look around and find no place to take shelter.

Cómo hago para explicarle a esta mujer, pensé, que soy esclava de las letras y los números desde los seis años, que mi humor depende del éxito de sus combinaciones, que esta alegría de haberlo hecho bien es rara, inestable, que dura una hora, una tarde, una noche?

El mundo da vueltas, menos mal, si se cae, se rompe.

Me encontraba entre los que se esforzaban dia y noche, que conseguían magníficos resultados, que eran tratados incluso con simpatía y aprecio, pero que jamás lucirían con la actitud adecuada la alta calidad de esos estudios. Siempre tendría miedo: miedo de decir la frase equivocada, de usar un tono excesivo, de ir vestida de forma inadecuada, de revelar sentimientos mezquinos, de no tener pensamientos interesantes

My job, I thought, is to demonstrate that one can remain healthy. Demonstrate it to myself, no one else. If I am exposed to lizards, I will fight the lizards. If I am exposed to ants, I will fight the ants. If I am exposed to thieves, I will fight the thieves. If I am exposed to myself, I will fight myself.

he's no one. And for a person who is no one to become someone is more important than anything else.

I've known how to whistle since I was five years old.

La madurez consistía en aceptar el curso que había tomado la existencia sin agitarse demasiado, trazar un surco entre la práctica cotidiana y el aprendizaje teórico, aprender a verse, a conocerse a la espera de los grandes cambios

Every footfall, every voice was Don Achille creeping up behind us or coming down toward us with a long knife, the kind used for slicing open a chicken breast. There was an odor of sautéing garlic. Maria, Don Achille's wife, would put me in the pan of boiling oil, the children would eat me, he would suck my head the way my father did with mullets.

Most of those who came were women, and I was now much criticized, now much praised by opposing groups. At first I was frightened, but Mariarosa interceded with authority and I discovered in myself an unsuspected capacity to summarize disagreement and agreement, choosing in the meantime a role as mediator. I was good at saying in a convincing way: That isn't exactly what I meant.

Quale sarebbe il crimine?». «Lo sperpero di intelligenza. Una comunità che trova naturale soffocare con la cura dei figli e della casa tante energie intellettuali di donne, è nemica di se stessa e non se ne accorge».

futuro, a partir de cierto punto, es solo una necesidad de vivir en el pasado.

I discovered everywhere female automations created by men. There was nothing of ourselves, and the little there was that rose up in protest immediately became material for their manufacturing.

Un maschio, a parte i momenti pazzi in cui lo ami e ti entra dentro, resta sempre fuori. Perciò, dopo, quando non lo ami più, ti dà fastidio anche solo pensare che una volta l'hai voluto. Io sono piaciuta a lui, lui è piaciuto a me, fine. A me succede molte volte al giorno che qualcuno mi piaccia. A te no? Dura un poco, poi passa. Solo il bambino resta, è una parte di te; il padre invece era un estraneo e torna un estraneo.

I didn't know the map of prestige.

To cause pain was a disease. As a child I imagined tiny, almost invisible animals that arrived in the neighborhood at night, they came from the ponds, from the abandoned train cars beyond the embankment, from the stinking grasses called fetienti, from the frogs, the salamanders, the flies, the rocks, the dust, and entered the water and the food and the air, making our mothers, our grandmothers as angry as starving dogs.

He had rid himself so fiercely of memory, language, the capacity to find meaning that it seemed obvious the hatred he had for himself, for his own skin, for his moods, for his thoughts and words, for the brutal corner of the world that had enveloped him.

Depressed I went out into the heat that lay on the neighborhood like a hand swollen with fever in that season, and made my way to the library.

As I traveled toward Milan, I discovered that, with Lila set aside, I didn't know how to give myself substance except by modeling myself on Nino. I was incapable of being a model for myself. Without him I no longer had a nucleus from which to expand outside the neighborhood and through the world, I was a pile of debris.

I didn't hear what he said, but I felt like laughing at his artificial imperiousness. The laugh took away every desire to attack, drained me... React. I began to tidy up. When I had finished I began again, a kind of roundup of everything that didn't appear to be in order. Lucidity, determination, hold on to life.

tal vez cada relación con los hombres se limita a reproducir las mismas contradicciones, y en ciertos ambientes incluso las mismas respuestas complacientes.

I would attach those of my revenge. I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. Only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. To those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.

Mi dicevo che la maturità consisteva nell'accettare la piega che aveva preso l'esistenza senza agitarsi troppo, tracciare un solco tra prassi quotidiana e acquisizioni teoriche, imparare a vedersi, a conoscersi in attesa di grandi cambiamenti. Giorno

Today I know what I felt, but then I didn't understand. At that instant I had only an unpleasant impression, as if he had given the signal and from then on all I could do was to sink by degrees into repugnance. In reality I felt above all a blaze of hatred toward myself, because I was there, because I had no excuses, because it was I who had decided to come, because it seemed to me that I could not retreat.