Quotes About Ingeborg

#1. Then he went out without touching anything and put his arm around Ingeborg, and like that, with their arms around each other, they returned to the village while the whole past of the universe fell on their heads.

Roberto Bolano

#2. To me, a book is a book. A novel is a novel, and you have hundreds of possibilities, options, and they may all be fine. Charles Dickens or Ingeborg Bachmann, Claude Simon or later writers. The one and only condition is that it has to be good: it has to have quality, substance, atmosphere.

Per Petterson

#3. ... untill he felt Ingeborg slip two fingers into her vagina and then moisten the entrance to her ass with the same fingers and ask him, no, order, him to penetrate her, sodomize her, right now, immediately, before another moment passed, which Reiter did without thinking twice ...

Roberto Bolano

#4. For the facts that make up the world need the non-factual as a vantage point from which to be perceived.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#5. I think of you, of the lake, of the city, of the burning days on the shore, in the sand, of the shadowy paths, of the musical breath of the air. The water is quiet, blue, I'd like to lie in a boat in the reeds, I don't want to speak, everything around me will tell you what I'm sensing.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#6. Once one has survived something then survival itself interferes with understanding, and you don't even know which lives came before and which is your life of today, you even mix up your own lives.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#7. speak across borders
even if borders pass through every word.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#8. The arrogance to insist on her own unhappiness, her own loneliness, had always been in her, but only now did it venture to emerge; it blossomed, ran wild, smothered her. She was unredeemable and nobody should have the effrontery to redeem her ...

Ingeborg Bachmann

#9. What actually is possible, however, is transformation. And the transformative effect that emanates from new works leads us to new perception, to a new feeling, new consciousness

Ingeborg Bachmann

#10. ...we take care not to touch each other in public, nor do we look into each other's eyes except furtively, because Ivan must first wash my eyes with his own, removing the images which landed on my retina before his arrival.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#11. No new world without a new language.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#12. With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#13. I'll worship animals in the night, I'll lay violent hands on the holiest icons, I'll clutch at all lies, I'll grow bestial in my dreams and will allow myself to be slaughtered like a beast.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#14. I am a dead man who wanders
registered nowhere

Ingeborg Bachmann

#15. I myself am a person who has never resigned myself, who is absolutely never resigned, who can't imagine it at all. I simply observe, and I observe in so many people, and often very quickly, a resignation that terrifies me, that's it.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#16. I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#17. I have lived in Ivan and die in Malina.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#18. I can no longer see a path in any path.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#19. I don't take drugs, I take books.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#20. Ivan and I: the world converging.
Malina and I, since we are one: the world diverging.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#21. A single tear forms, just in the corner of one eye, but it doesn't roll down my cheek; it merely crystallizes in the cold air, it grows and grows into a second giant globe that doesn't want to orbit with the world - it breaks off from the planet and plunges into infinity.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#22. The simple task of getting dressed and undressed was a real strain, but nothing could compare with her addiction to deep sleep ...

Ingeborg Bachmann

#23. My share, it should be lost.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#24. Tell me, love, what I can't explain:
Should I spend this short, horrid time
with thoughts only, and alone
know no love and give none?
Must one think? Won't he be missed?

Ingeborg Bachmann

#25. Miranda doesn't dream, she simply rests. When Miranda's eyes are at ease, her mind is at peace.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#26. Elisabeth had not had her future and her parents had not had theirs, there was nothing to this so-called future which was always promised to the young.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#27. Nonetheless even in capitulation there is still hope, and this hope of human beings never ends, will never end.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#28. But only the witnesses feel fear, a maddening fear, for what they could bring to light is even larger than the sun that is measured and gauged and set down down in a study.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#29. In the end he'll find out what's going on with me, since we still have the rest of our lives. Maybe not ahead of us, maybe just today, but we do have our lives, there's no doubt about that.

Ingeborg Bachmann

#30. The facts that make the world real
these depend on the unreal in order to be recognised by it.

Ingeborg Bachmann