Top 47 Patrick Suskind Quotes
#1. And finally - he was neither able nor willing to prevent it - the self-loathing dammed up inside him spilled over and gushed out, gushed out of glaring eyes that grew ever grimmer, angrier, beneath the rim of his cap, flooding the outside world as perfect, vulgar hate.
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#2. He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.
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#3. He did not want to have his newfound respiratory freedom ruined so soon be the sultry climate of humans.
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#4. How quickly the apparently solidly laid foundation of one's existence could crumble.
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#5. As long as I don't have an idea, I won't write anything.
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#7. He possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death: the invincible power to command the love of mankind. There was only one thing that power could not do: it could not make him able to smell himself.
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#8. He came to the conclusion that you cannot depend on people, and that you can live in peace only if you keep them at arm's length.
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#9. Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.
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#10. He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.
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#11. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself.
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#12. Talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything.
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#13. So spoke Grenouille the Great and, while the peasantry of scent danced and celebrated beneath him, he glided with wide-stretched wings down from his golden clouds, across the nocturnal fields of his soul, and home to his heart.
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#14. Grenouille no longer wanted to go somewhere, but only to go away, away from human beings.
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#15. Mrs. Porter was fat, and her breath smelled like burnt newspapers.
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#16. Man's misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs.
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#17. constantly before his eyes now was a river flowing from him; and it was as if he himself and his house and the wealth he had accumulated over many decades were flowing away like the river, while he was too old and too weak to oppose the powerful current.
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#18. He had no use for sensual gratification, unless that gratification consisted of pure, incorporeal odors.
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#19. This perfume was not like any perfume known before. It was not a scent that made things smell better ... it was completely new, capable of creating a whole world, a magical, rich world, and in an instant you forgot all the loathsomeness around you and felt so rich, so at ease, so free, so fine ...
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#20. He decided in favor of life out of sheer spite and malice.
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#21. But perhaps we ask too much of him. Perhaps he really was only a god.
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#22. No human being can go on living in the same house with a pigeon, a pigeon is the epitomy of chaos and anarchy, a pigeon that whizzes around unpredictably, that sets it's claws in you, picks at your eyes..
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#23. He was finally able to bask in his own existence; and he found it splendid.
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#24. Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.
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#25. Grenouille's mother, however, perceived the odor neither of the fish nor of the corpses, for her sense of smell had been utterly dulled, besides which her belly hurt, and the pain deadened all susceptibility of sensate impressions.
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#26. He no longer yearned for his life in the cave. He had experienced that life once and it had proved unlivable. Just as had his other experience - life among human beings. He was suffocated by both worlds. He no longer wanted to live at all.
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#27. He was not bound. No one led him by the arm. He got out of the carriage as if he were a free man.
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#28. It was good, really, that this external world still existed, if only as a place of refuge.
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#29. And now fear spread over the countryside. People no longer knew against whom
to direct their impotent rage.
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#30. And because people are stupid and use their noses only for blowing, but believe absolutely anything they see with their eyes, they will say it is because this is a girl with beauty and grace and charm.
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#31. And he wallowed in disgust and loathing, and his hair stood on end at the delicious horror.
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#32. God gives good times and bad times, but He does not wish us to bemoan and bewail the bad times, but to prove ourselves men.
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#33. When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonly proud. For the first time they had done something out of Love.
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#34. He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.
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#35. He lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating - and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived in the wide world outside.
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#36. There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else. So, to hell with it he thought. To hell with the world. With the perfume. With himself
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#37. With one glance he had got himself trapped in the brown fundament of her eyes, he was in danger of sinking, as if into a soft, brown swamp, and he had to close his own eyes for a second to get out of it..
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#38. Ignorance is the only possible happiness this world has to offer
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#39. He disgusted them the way a fat spider that you can't bring yourslef to crush in your own hand disgusts you.
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#40. She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey smooth and sweet and terribly sticky.
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#41. He had escaped the abhorrent taint! He was truly completely alone! He was the only human being in the world!
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#42. But he did decide vegetatively, as a bean when once tossed aside must decide if it ought to germinate or had better let things be.
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#43. And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning.
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#44. He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good and vital that who ever smelt it would be enchanted and with his whole heart would have to love him.
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#45. Bathed in sweat and trembling with agitation, no,
not with agitation, but with fear, for he finally admitted it to himself: it was naked fear
that had seized him, and in admitting it he grew calmer and his thoughts clearer
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#46. The wind blew cold, and he was freezing, but he did not notice that he was freezing, for within him was a counterfrost, fear.
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#47. He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid.
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