29.3.10

Citando

"Sei que estou a ser estúpido, mas não quero que ela vá à minha loja. Se ela fosse à minha loja, eu talvez pudese passar mesmo a gostar dela, e depois ficava sempre a ver se ela aparecia, e entretanto ficaria nervoso e a sentir-me estúpido, e talvez acabasse por convidá-la para tomar um copo duma maneira desajeitada e sinuosa, e ou ela entrava na mesma onda, e eu sentir-me-ia um idiota, ou recusava logo, e eu sentir-me-ia um idiota. E a caminho de casa, depois do concerto, já estou a pensar se ela virá amanhã, e se vier, se isso quererá dizer alguma coisa, e se quiser dizer alguma coisa, para qual de nós será, embora o Barry seja provavelmente um falhado. Merda. Odeio estas coisas todas. A que idade é que isto acaba?"

Nick Hornby, "Alta Fidelidade".

4 comentários:

raquel disse...

que demais li há dias este livro como quem relê, porque já tinha visto o filme umas vezes e fiz apontamentos:-)
é linda a simplicidade desta história!
"there are men who call, and men who don't call, and I'd much, much rather be one of the latter. They are proper men, the sort of men that women have in mind when they moan about us. It's a safe, solid, meaningless stereotype: the man who appears not to give a shit, who gets ditched and maybe sits in the pub on his own for a couple of evenings, and then gets on with things, and though next time round he trusts even less than he did, he hasn't made a fool of himself"
"I've been thinking with my guts since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains"
e há mais, mas chega por hoje :-)
xox

Edgar disse...

"Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"

raquel disse...

Precisamente! e já agora
"It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel at the centre of your being, then you can't afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You've got to pick at it, keep it alive, and in turmoil, you've got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you're compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship"

raquel disse...

Precisamente! e já agora
"It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel at the centre of your being, then you can't afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You've got to pick at it, keep it alive, and in turmoil, you've got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you're compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship"