Quotes from David Grossman

Si Asaf trecea uneori prin starea aceasta, dar nu stia cum sa o descrie in cuvinte si prefera sa nici nu încerce macar, pentru ca daca exprimi ceva in cuvinte, acel lucru ramane pentru totdeauna si te urmareste ca o sentinta pronuntata impotriva ta.

Suicide - " jumps off his ego onto his IQ

you go to school every morning and sit there for

The book should betray me, in the sense that it should take me to places I am afraid to go

If, say, she suspects someone in the family or the kibbutz of adopting a right-wing position or if they dare to say a kind word about the settlers or, God forbid, begin to find just a little bit of religion—then she'll unleash an ungodly terror, fire and brimstone.

One of the greatest skills any leader can master is becoming comfortable with silence.

The primary urge that motivates and engenders writing...is the writer's desire to invent and tell a story, and to know himself. But the more I write, the more I feel the force of the other urge, which collaborates with and completes the first one: the desire to know the Other from within him. To feel what it means to be another person. To be able to touch, if only for a moment, the blaze that burns within another human being.

Tamar noticed that she had never met a person she felt so comfortable being silent with.

Non sai di quante allusioni a te sia pieno il mondo.

What do people see in me on the first impression? Can they still see what I was until not long ago? Is there any imprint left from the love I knew? A rebirth mark?

Bisognerebbe chiarire una volta per tutte perché "un momento brutto" può andare avanti per mesi, mentre un momento di grazia dura sempre e soltanto un momento.

We write. How fortunate we are: The world does not close in on us. The world does not grow smaller.

From the minute I saw you with the match in your hand I thought I could tell you anything on my mind. You'd be my model, but for words.

I write. I imagine. The act of imagining in itself enlivens me. I am not frozen and paralyzed before the predator. I invent characters. At times I feel as if I am digging up people from the ice in which reality enshrouded them, but maybe, more than anything else, it is myself that I am now digging up.

More than anything, more than anything she had with him, she missed the language they had invented, the likes of which she had never had nor would again. The thoughts and ideas he had birthed in her, his golden touch, and the words that erupted from her and became sparks of light to him.

I like to do things that frighten me. When I'm afraid, I understand more things. I want the feeling... All my instincts cry out against it, every morning anew. Then I say, 'I should do it. If I don't do it, no one will do it for me.

And there will be a time, not for long, a month is enough, or a week, when every single person will be able to completely fulfill what they were meant to be—everything their bodies and souls have offered them, not what other people have dumped on them.

My destiny doomed me to be in this desert land. I will map it.

Cosa credi? Che voglia stare sola? Ma sono fatta così, non riesco ad avvicinarmi veramente a nessuno. È un dato di fatto. È come se mi mancasse quella parte d'anima che si incastra negli altri, come nel Lego. Che si unisce veramente a qualcun altro. Alla fine tutto cade a pezzi. Famiglia, amici. Non resta più niente.

You describe your reality in the highest resolution even when it's a nightmare and in doing so, you live your own life, not a cliche others have formulated for you.

E' una legge non scritta: chi vuole starmi vicino deve assumersi la responsabilità della mia anima.

voglio che tu sappia tutto di me, voglio che tu mi conosca nella mia nudità, nei miei piccoli calcoli e nelle mie ansie meschine, nella mia stupidità, nelle mie vergogne e nella mia infamia.

again, her singing was her only absolute, the only thing that was completely her. a thousand classes hadn't given her this concrete insight: her voice was her place in the world, the home she leaves in the morning and returns to at night, in which she can be herself in her entirety and hope to be loved for all that she is and in spite of all she is.

Dopo aver fatto l'amore, dormiremo abbracciati. La tua schiena contro il mio ventre. E io stringerò le dita dei piedi attorno alle tue caviglie, come delle mollette, perché tu non possa volar via la notte. Saremo come un'immagine in un libro di scienze: un frutto tagliato a metà, tu la buccia e io il torsolo.