Цитаты из книг — Тара Изабелла Бертон

Nobody ever wants to know the truth about themselves, not really, and she—of course—she should know this more than anyone.

All of a sudden Louise starts to feel intensely sure that the only reason they’re walking so romantically in the moonlight is because he doesn’t want to fuck her (not in that dress; maybe not ever).

She has known, for years, that you can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can’t fool everybody forever, no matter how good you are at this, no matter how hard you work at it.

It is very simple, Louise knows. There are two kinds of people in the world: the people you can fool into liking you, and the ones clever enough not to fall for it.

There is no way in which Louise can fuck up because she has already done all of the worst things, and maybe nobody will ever love her again and maybe that’s okay, too, because why else do you set things on fire except to burn them, and maybe they will find her or maybe they will never find her but Louise hopes if somebody…

“I know my sister’s a lot, sometimes. She’s silly and frivolous and vain and she thinks about herself too much. But she’s not selfish, not really.” “Oh?” “If Vinny was really selfish she’d make herself happy. And—Vinny’s never happy. Not really. She can’t be—not so long as the world is the way it is.”

“I wasn’t really angry,” Hal says. “Actually—I was performing anger.” Nobody says anything. “It’s important for a man to perform anger, sometimes. So people know they can’t get away with things.”

“I told you—so much better to be a nonentity. You could have fucked the entire football team at Devonshire, and nobody would have any idea.”

because if there is a definition of insanity it’s trying the same thing over and over, expecting a different result.

You can lose weight. You can dye your hair. You can learn to speak with a very charming mid-Atlantic accent. You can stay up until four in the morning, missing your own deadlines, just to read somebody’s novel and tell them how great it is. But nothing, nothing you do will ever be enough. Even if somebody loves you (or…

Here’s the thing: there’s only so much you can lie to yourself. You can blunt instinct, if you want to—you can drink too much, you can laugh and smile and reapply your lipstick and say let us get drunk, on poetry and virtue, you can pretend to be a human being, a little while—but in the end, you are what you are.

Nights like that, with people who know “Ulysses” and stroke your hair—are not real. People take what they want from you, and tell you what you want to hear, and forget if they meant it.

“Baudelaire said that you should get drunk. On wine. On poetry. On virtue—as you choose. But get drunk.”

—... И когда улыбаешься, выставляй за зубы язык. — Зачем? — Это заставляет тебя улыбаться глазами. 

Все очень мило. Все очень обычно. Они шагают, взявшись за руки, по Бликер-стрит, потом через Вашингтон-сквер-парк, а затем обратно к Китайскому кварталу. Небо усыпано звездами, у Рекса от холода краснеют уши, так же как и оттого, когда он нервничает или стесняется. Внезапно Луизу охватывает непобедимая уверенность в том,…

Ты можешь похудеть. Можешь покрасить волосы. Можешь научиться говорить с тщательно поставленным восточным произношением. Можешь не спать до четырех утра, пропуская свои сроки, чтобы просто прочесть чей-то роман, а потом сказать автору, насколько он гениален. Но ничего, ничего из того, что ты делаешь, никогда не будет…

-Бодлер сказал, что нужно упиваться. Вином. Поэзией. Добродетелью - чем понравится. Но упиваться. *** Сильфида (фр. La Sylphide) — романтический балет в двух действиях. *** Ф.Лист. Ноктюрн №3 "Грезы любви". *** "Тристан и Изольда" Вагнера