Top 52 Quotes About Herta
#1. All of that pile on you so that, sooner or later, you cannot bear it anymore. And in that situation I started to write, because there was no other ways for me to express, except through the vicious cycle of words.
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#2. No cities can grow in a dictatorship, because everything stays small when it's being watched.
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#3. When we don't speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.
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#4. Women always need other women to lean on. They become friends in order to hate each other better. The more they hate each other, the more inseparable they become.
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#5. I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.
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#6. If you live with death threats, you need friends. So you have to risk that they might spy on you.
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#7. Then you go on talking, about something you never actually mention. And your forehead and mouth are as far apart as they can be.
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#9. Suffering doesn't improve human beings, does it?
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#10. I have always written only for myself - to clarify things, to clarify things with myself, to understand in an inner way what is actually happening.
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#11. Daytime sleep is not deep black; it's shallow and yellow. Our sleep is restless, the sunlight falls on our pillows. But it does make the day a little shorter.
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#12. I was all wrapped up, the streetlamps and lighted windows were glittering, the frost bit into our faces, our lips felt like frozen crusts of bread, our cheeks as smooth and cold as porcelain. Sky and street were nothing but snow, we were driving into a great big snowball.
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#13. The balls were dry as wood, you had to lick and suck at them before they tasted like sour cherries. If you chewed them well, the pit felt very smooth and hot on the tongue. Those night cherries were a happy thing, but they only sharpened our hunger.
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#14. To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.
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#15. At that hour the moon is almost entirely eaten away; it doesn't know where to go after reaching the city. The sky has to loosen its grip on the earth as day begins to break. The streets run steeply up and down, and the streetcars travel back and forth like rooms ablaze with light.
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#16. Tereza's death hurt me so much, it was as if I had two heads smashing into each other. One was full of mown love, the other of hate. I wanted the love to grow back. It grew like grass and straw, all mixed up together, and turned into an icy affirmation on my brow. That was my damn stupid plant.
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#17. I wanted to get out of our thimble of a town, where every stone had eyes.
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#18. If only the right person would have to leave, everyone else would be able to stay in the country.
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#19. In the trinity of skin, bones, and brown water, men and women lose all difference.
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#20. He's looking into the night, in case a shadow comes to listen and look.
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#21. I've always had just enough sense to spare others, but never enough to save myself from misfortune.
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#22. Language is so different from life. How am I supposed to fit the one into the other? How can I bring them together?
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#23. Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished.
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#24. In Romanian society, I am not particularly well-liked. I don't often receive invitations.
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#25. Only the demented would not have raised their hands in the great hall. They had exchanged fear for insanity.
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#26. Hey, not while I'm at my devotions, no so fast, the fat man said, inside the shithouse you're communing with God, and outside you find that all hell's broken loose.
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#27. I wanted love to grow back, like the grass when it's mown down. To grow differently, if need be, like children's teeth, like hair, like fingernails. To spring up at will, wild and untended. The chill of the sheets made me shudder, and so did the warmth that followed when I lay down.
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#28. Better to be at home in room and garden with ugly people than belong to strangers.
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#29. The guards eat out in the open, I said. They don't swallow their deaths because the passerby know the sound of the snapping twigs and the sour belch of poverty.
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#30. The summer is cruel to its leaves, the fall to its colors, the winter to us.
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#31. At a time I used to think that in a world without guards people would walk differently from the way we do in our country. Where people are allowed to think and write differently, I thought, they will also walk differently.
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#32. What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand.
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#34. Once upon a time they had some bad luck, and they blame everything on that.
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#35. Before the war an apple tree had stood behind the church. It was an apple tree that ate its own apples.
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#36. Anything in literature, including memory, is second-hand.
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#37. The tin-sheep and wooden-melon proletariat produced their papers and named their places of work. The madman with the white beard plucked at the sleeve of the policemen, opened up his folded handkerchief, and said: professor of philosophy.
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#40. The cabbage white flies through the tailor's cheek. The tailor sinks his head. The cabbage white flies out of the back of the tailor's head, white and uncrumpled. Skinny Wilma flaps her handkerchief. The cabbage white flies through her forehead and into her head.
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#41. Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.
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#42. Sand can be any shade of yellow, from peroxide blond to canary, or even with a tinge of pink.
Yellow sand is tender.
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#43. Jesus sleeps on the cross by the church door. When he wakes up, he'll be old. The air in the village will be brighter than his naked skin.
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#44. In this county, we had to walk, eat, sleep and love in fear.
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#45. The more words we are allowed to take, the freer we become. If our mouth is banned, then we attempt to assert ourselves through gestures, even objects. They are more difficult to interpret, and take time before they arouse suspicion.
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#46. Everyday brought me further away from other people, I had been placed out of the world's sight, as if in a cupboard, and I hoped it would stay that way. I developed a yearning for being alone, unkempt, untended.
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#47. The soldiers lie in the grey morning. Thickets separate them. They are on manoeuvres. They are at war with their hands, their eyes, their foreheads.
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#49. How do you have to live, I wondered, to be in harmony with what you honestly think?
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#50. Today the grass listens when I speak of love. It seems to me that this word isn't honest even with itself.
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#51. In writing, one searches, and that is what keeps one writing, that one sees and experiences things from another angle entirely; one experiences oneself during the process of writing.
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