Un dix, une citation

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"The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed."

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"If you have given up your heart for the Tower, Roland, you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast. To be a beast is perhaps bearable, although the man who has become one will surely pay hell’s own price in the end, but if you should gain your object? What if you should, heartless, storm the Dark Tower and win it? What could you do except degenerate from beast to monster? To gain one’s object as a beast would only be bitterly comic, lik

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"The gunslinger let me drop, and that is the truth; I still love him, and that is the truth."

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"The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?"
"Yes."
"My Imagination."
"I thought you were going to say "Fear, itself."
"Then you have a small imagination."
Roland & Eddie

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"No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves."

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"I don't think he needs to be immortal. I think all he needs to do is to write the right story. Because some stories do live forever."

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"You are the grim, goal-oriented ones who will not believe that the joy is in the journey rather than the destination no matter how many times it has been proven to you."

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Citation à lire dans la critique car beaucoup trop longue!

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"La vie ça n’est pas les hommes d’un côté et les femmes de l’autre, mais des gens qui sont ce qu’ils sont. Et qui font ce qu’ils peuvent."

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"Don’t look back, never look back. How often do people tell themselves that after an experience that is exceptionally good (or exceptionally bad)? Often, I suppose. And the advice usually goes unheeded. Humans were built to look back; that’s why we have that swivel joint in our necks."

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“Love doesn’t happen in an instant. It creeps up on you and then it turns your life upside down. It colors your waking moments, and fills your dreams. You begin to walk on air and see life in brilliant new shades. But it also brings with it a sweet agony, a delicious torture.”

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"Un livre qui a été lu, ça se voit, tu trouves des mots abimés."

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"No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just… come out the other side."

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“I am not one to rely upon the expert procedure. It is the psychology I seek, not the fingerprint or the cigarette ash.”

“I do not understand myself,” said Poirot. “I understand nothing at all, and, as you perceive, it worries me.”

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“He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to.”

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"Maybe there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends - maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart."

"We lie best when we lie to ourselves."

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"Gorg stretches its black and rustling neck until its black beak is actually in the cup of her ear. It begins to whisper, and eventually Tansy Freneau begins to nod. The light of sanity has left her eyes. And when will it return? Oh, I think we all know the answer to that one. Can you say “Nevermore”?"
(Pour le chapitre entier en hommage à Edgar A. Poe)

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"- Il n’y a pas si longtemps, les femmes criaient : “Un enfant, si je veux, quand je veux.” Eh bien, la liberté ne se partage pas. Si un homme ne veut pas d’enfant, personne n’a le droit de l’y obliger. Pas même “sa” femme. Et surtout pas “au nom de leur amour”. L’amour, ça n’est pas une relation de pouvoir. Je sais, beaucoup de femmes pensent le contraire. Elles veulent à tout prix être mères parce que ça leur donne un pouvoir terrible. Et elles méprisent les hommes parce qu’il leur est très facile de faire des enfants en les mettant hors jeu, tandis que l’inverse ne sera jamais vrai. Mais ces femmes-là ne peuvent ni aimer ni être aimées, puisqu’elles font passer la maternité avant leur compagnon. Quand on élève des enfants, on doit leur transmettre une image positive de l’autre sexe. Et pour ça, je ferai toujours plus confiance à un homme qui respecte les femmes qu’à n’importe quelle femme qui déteste les hommes."

"…Il fait du bruit ce store, elle a levé la tête. Là-bas, au fond, dans le coin derrière l’escalier, il faisait sombre, mais elle l’a vu tout de suite. Et lui… j’ai vu ses épaules s’affaisser, comme s’il poussait un long soupir. D’abord, il n’a pas bougé, elle non plus, ils sont restés là, à se regarder, j’ai eu le sentiment que ça durait une éternité. Brusquement, il s’est avancé vers elle, quand il a été tout près il a esquissé un geste, elle lui a tendu la main, il la lui a prise, ils se sont tenus sans bouger comme ça une fraction de seconde, elle ne disait rien et lui je voyais qu’il baragouinait quelque chose mais bien sûr de ma place je n’entendais pas à cause de ce store à la mords-moi le nœud, elle a hoché la tête, Oui, elle s’est retournée vers la porte, il l’a ouverte devant elle et ils sont sortis. Il a fait un geste comme pour indiquer une direction et ils se sont mis à marcher lentement, elle souriante, les yeux baissés, une main dans la poche de sa veste, l’autre tenant la bandoulière de son sac, lui marchant parlant en faisant de grands gestes.
…Je me suis dit un truc stupide, qui ne rime à rien, mais qui me tourne dans la tête depuis. Quand elle est entrée dans la librairie, c’est étrange, je parlais à Bruno au téléphone…
…Je ne sais pas comment l’expliquer… En les voyant partir, je me suis dit : “Ils se sont trouvés."

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“How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?”

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“The gods mock the prayers of kings and cowherds alike.”

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"Rien de tel qu'un support véridique pour y suspendre un mensonge. "

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Chapter 33.

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"“I’ve never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.”

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"I trip you when you walk down the stairs
So you know I'm always near
I sit on your face and block all the air
So my absence you need not fear"

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"Il faut reconnaître que, parmi les intellectuels, on rencontre parfois, à titre exceptionnel, des gens intelligents."

"L’amour surgit devant nous comme surgit de terre l’assassin au coin d’une ruelle obscure et nous frappa tous deux d’un coup. Ainsi frappe la foudre, ainsi frappe le poignard ! Elle affirma d’ailleurs par la suite que les choses ne s’étaient pas passées ainsi, puisque nous nous aimions, évidemment, depuis très longtemps, depuis toujours, sans nous connaître, sans nous être jamais vus..."

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“If you think the shining begins and ends with paltry shit like telepathy, you’re way short… There are other worlds than these.”

"FEAR stands for face everything and recover."

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"I have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstrom realize. The light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment - perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and one has failed to grasp its offered revelations, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one’s life in hopeless depths of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been."

“The majority of people dismiss those things that lie beyond the bounds of their own understanding as absurd and not worth thinking about. I myself can only wish that my stories were, indeed, nothing but incredible fabrications. I have stayed alive all these years clinging to the frail hope that these memories of mine were nothing but a dream or a delusion. I have struggled to convince myself that they never happened. But each time I tried to push them into the dark, they came back stronger and more vivid than ever. Like cancer cells, these memories have taken root in my mind and eaten into my flesh.”

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“She’d thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe.”

"Libraries: where Shhh happens."

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“When it was done and you went to sleep, I lay awake and listened to the clock on your nightstand and the wind outside and understood that I was really home, that in bed with you was home, and something that had been getting close in the dark was suddenly gone. It could not stay. It had been banished. It knew how to come back, I was sure of that, but it could not stay and I could really go to sleep. My heart cracked with gratitude. I think it was the first gratitude I’ve ever really known. I lay there beside you and the tears rolled down the sides of my face and onto the pillow. I loved you then and I love you now and I have loved you every second in between. I don’t care if you understand me. Understanding is vastly overrated, but nobody ever gets enough safety. I’ve never forgotten how safe I felt with that thing gone out of the darkness.”

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"We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living."