It's the truth you can stare down, stone cold, that makes you what you are.
Which was worse, a friend with brain-damage or one who despised you?
Doing what you're supposed to do is always boring. I can't imagine anything worse than being required to have fun.
Hvem av oss er det som ikke er merket av fortiden?
Sp: Men Frau Kluge - ikke for å motsi deg, men du sa at du ikke hadde noen kontakt med jøder. Hvordan vet du at de gjemte penge?
Sv: Alle visste det.
It's the truths we work hardest to silence.
Hope shapes the will. The will shapes the world.
He was obsessed. And obsessed men, are dangerous men.
Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere. It surtainly dosen't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as a little friendlier than a handshake, a little less intimate than a kiss. It's a way of saying hi, you look great, have a wonderful day. A tasteful flirtation played out by people who understood the rules leaves everyone feeling good, and can perk up the bluest mood.
Dad says there are three kind of people in the world; those who don't know and dont know they don't know, those who don't know and do know they don't know, and those who know and know how much they still don't know.
The whole time I waited for Barents to come and rescue me. The product of I suppose, of growing up in a world where nearly all the fairytales I've heard as a child had a prince rushing to the rescue of the princess. Men down south love to play up to that image. It's a strange new world out there, and the rules have changed. It's every princess for herself.
Assumptions, he said darkly, can make even worse things than an ass out of the best of us.
It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak, that any truth can be heard at all.
The history of international crime is the history of official agencies fighting for dominance and failing to communicate.
There's no such thing as fate, there's just werewolfs. And there's no such thing as coincident, there's just vampires. Everything else is open to interpretation.
Many a gentleman had likened his first meeting with her to downing a very strong congac when one was expecting to imbibe fruitjuce. That is to say, startling and apt to leave one with a distinct burning sensation.
Men det er motsetningsforholdet mellom kjærlighet og forrakt, som eksisterer side ved side, som overrasker meg. De fleste blir invitert i de hvite barnas bryllup, men bare hvis de er iført uniformene sine. Ingenting av dette er nytt, men å høre det fra fargede er som å høre det for aller første gang.
Der har du hvite folk i et nøtteskall, lurer på om de er lykkelige nok.
Under all lykka, ser hun sannelig ikke særlig lykkelig ut.
When you have lost hope, you have lost everything.
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