Something inside a man goes to pieces when he has to bury the only person who ever understood him. There is no time to heal that sort of wound.
A time like that comes for every man, when he choses what sort of man he wants to be. And if you don't know the story, you don't know the man.
She just smiled, said that she loved books more than anything, and started telling him excitedly what each of the ones in her lap was about. And Ove realised that he wanted to hear her talking about the things she loved for the rest of his life.
Každé manželstvo má svoje zlé stránky, lebo každý človek má nejakú slabosť. A každý, kto s niekým žije, sa s jeho slabosťou istým spôsobom naučí zaobchádzať. Môže ju vnímať napríklad ako nesmierne tažký kus nábytku a naučiť sa upratovať okolo neho. Aby sa nenarušila ilúzia. Samozrejme, je mu jasné, že pod nábytkom sa hromadí špina, no naučí sa ju odsúvať tak ďaleko, aby ju nevideli hostia. Potom však jedného dňa ktosi bez opýtania odsunie nábytok a všetko vyjde najavo. Špina aj ryhy. Trvalé poškodenie parkiet. No a vtedy je už neskoro.
Just because you don’t like peanut butter doesn’t necessarily mean you can’t like . . . peanuts.
One of the plainest truths about both towns and individuals is that they usually don't turn into what we tell them to be, but what they are told they are.
