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Neil Gaiman

The Ocean at the End of the Lane

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    Bohdan Khoroletsцитирапреди 4 години
    “I’m going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don’t look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they’re big and thoughtless and they always know what they’re doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. The truth is, there aren’t any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.”
    Babenko Dmitryцитирапреди 2 години
    ‘You can’t,’ said Lettie. ‘It would destroy you.’
    I opened my mouth to tell her that nothing could kill me, not now, but she said, ‘Not kill you. Destroy you. Dissolve you. You wouldn’t die in here, nothing ever dies in here, but if you stayed here for too long, just a little of you would exist everywhere, all spread out. And that’s not a good thing. Never enough of you all together in one place, so there wouldn’t be anything left that would think of itself as an “I”. No point of view any longer, because you’d be an infinite sequence of views and of points …’
    Gulцитирапреди 2 години
    Different people remember things differently, and you’ll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand two of you lot next to each other, and you could be continents away for all it means anything.
    Gulцитирапреди 2 години
    I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I found joy in the things that made me happy.
    Babenko Dmitryцитирапреди 3 години
    And it wasn’t the sea. It was the ocean.
    Lettie Hempstock’s ocean.
    I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.
    Sofiia Semenkoцитирапреди 3 години
    On my left the younger woman said, “You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.”
    Lou Maioцитирапреди 14 дни
    and, for a fraction of a moment, my entire childhood felt like a lie: it was as if one of the pillars of belief that my world had been built upon had crumbled into dry sand.
    Lou Maioцитирапреди 14 дни
    I made friends slowly, when I made them.
    Lou Maioцитирапреди 14 дни
    They were not my friends, after all. They were just the people I went to school with.
    Lou Maioцитирапреди 14 дни
    Books were safer than other people anyway.
    Meruyert Mirzabekovaцитирапреди 5 месеца
    you’ll never get any two people to remember anything the same?’
    Meruyert Mirzabekovaцитирапреди 5 месеца
    Which is to say, I was selfish and I was not entirely convinced of the existence of things that were not me, and I was certain, rock-solid, unshakeably certain, that I was the most important thing in creation. There was nothing that was more important to me than I was.
    Meruyert Mirzabekovaцитирапреди 5 месеца
    Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside
    Lera Averinaцитирапреди 6 месеца
    Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.
    Zzzekaцитирапреди 7 месеца
    I was sad not to have won thousands of pounds (I already knew what I would buy with it. I would buy a place to go and be alone
    Zzzekaцитирапреди 7 месеца
    Books were safer than other people anyway.
    Alice Kцитирапреди 8 месеца
    Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s
    Alice Kцитирапреди 8 месеца
    Grown-ups don’t look like grown-ups on the inside either
    Alice Kцитирапреди 8 месеца
    Adult stories never made sense, and they were so slow to start. They made me feel like there were secrets, Masonic, mythic secrets, to adulthood. Why didn’t adults want to read about Narnia, about secret islands and smugglers and dangerous fairies
    Yafang Guoцитирапреди 8 месеца
    convinced me was an ocean.
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