Top 100 Quotes About Ove
#1. Ove doubts whether someone who can't park a car properly should even be allowed to vote. When
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#2. When you have something to do life will not allow you to ove foward until you do it.
Iyanla Vanzant
#3. Further to this, Ove has the cat's resentful stares to contend with. Something in its eyes reminds him of the way Sonja used to look at him.
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#4. He'd never understood the need to go around stewing on why things turned out the way they did. You are what you are and you do what you do, and that was good enough for Ove.
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#5. The assistant, a young man with a single-digit body mass index, looks ill at ease. He visibly struggles to control his urge to snatch the box out of Ove's hands.
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#6. Because a time comes in every man's life when he decides what sort of man he's going to be: the kind who lets other people walk all over him, or not. Ove
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#7. It's a sort of computer. There are special drawing programs for it. For children,' she whispers a little louder.
And something is shining in her eyes.
Something that Ove recognizes.
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#8. Ove is the sort of man who checks the status of all things by giving them a good kick. He
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#9. Men like Ove and Rune were from a generation in which one was what one did, not what one talked about.
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#10. You have to love me twice as much now," she said.
And then Ove lied to her for the second - and last - time: he said that he would. Even though he knew it wasn't possible for him to love her anymore than he already did.
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#11. Ove cushions all your irritations, unnatural instincts, hatreds and immaturities.
Ray Bradbury
#12. When Sweden's Jan-Ove Waldner travels to China to play table tennis, he is mobbed when he leaves his hotel as if he were a rock star walking around Manhattan or a soccer star walking around Europe.
George Vecsey
#13. Ove points at him with exasperation. You! You want to buy a French car. Don't worry so much about others, you have enough problems of your own.
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#14. In the beginning, though, they had been friends. Or, at least, friends to the extent that men like Ove and Rune were capable of being friends."
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#15. I feel so much loss, Ove. Loss, as if my heart was beating outside my body.
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#16. Ove was destined and would strike as true as unexpected lightning on a clear day or never come at all. -Jacinta, with love
Dean Francis Alfar
#17. They sat at the back, each of them staring at a patch on the floor until it was over. and in all honesty, they spent more time missing Ove's mum than thinking about God.
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#18. Ove couldn't give a damn about people jogging. What he can't understand is why they have to make such a big thing of it. With those smug smiles on their faces, as if they were out there curing pulmonary emphysema.
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#19. It wasn't as if Ove also died when Sonja left him. He just stopped living. Grief is a strange thing.
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#20. Ove has a heart problem ... he begins in an anodyne voice, following this up with a series of terms that no human being with less than ten years of medical training or an entirely unhealthy addiction to certain television series could ever be expected to understand.
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#21. All you have control ove is this moment. Chase it.
Anna Kay Akana
#22. The London 'Academy' has seen fit recently to scoff at the critics who have been exercising themselves ove rthe so-called art of the Short Story ... But the new Short Story has gained more individuality. It supports the magazines and has invaded the newspapers
Henry Seidel Canby
#23. She just smiled, said that she loved books more than anything, and started telling him excitedly what each of the ones in her lap was about. And Ove realised that he wanted to hear her talking about the things she loved for the rest of his life.
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#24. The three-year-old looked as if she was ready to try to hug the cat. The cat looked as if it was ready to pick out the three-year-old from a lineup at a police station. Ove
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#25. Ove stomped forward. The cat stood up. Ove stopped. They stood there measuring up to each other for a few moments, like two potential troublemakers in a small-town bar. Ove considered throwing one of his clogs at it. The cat looked as if it regretted not bringing its own clogs to lob back.
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#26. All I can really tell you, laddie, is to live for today. For the moment. Wasting time is the biggest mistake we can make in lo-ove.
Elizabeth Morgan
#27. Ove gives the box a skeptical glance, as if it's a highly dubious sort of box, a box that rides a scooter and wears tracksuit pants and just called Ove "my friend" before offering to sell him a watch.
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#28. That was the best thing about the house. It was never finished. There was always a screw somewhere for Ove to tighten. On
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#29. People said Ove saw the world in black and white. But she was color. All the color he had.
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#30. Ove has been a grumpy old man since the first day of second grade
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#31. It's been six months since she died. But Ove still inspects the whole house twice a day to feel the radiators and check that she hasn't sneakily turned up the heating.
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#32. So you have a job, then?' says Ove. Jimmy nods enthusiastically. 'I program iPhone apps.' Ove has no further questions. At
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#33. Scars heal when you learn to FLY.
F(irst) L(ove) Y(ourself).
Shilpa Menon
#34. Ove feels an instinctive skepticism towards all people taller than six feet; the blood can't quite make it all the way up to the brain.
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#36. We can busy ourselves with living or with dying, Ove. We have to move on. And that's how it was.
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#37. The two men looked at each other for a moment. Then Sonja's father nodded. And Ove nodded curtly back. And then they rose to their feet, objective and determined, in the way two men might behave if they had just agreed to go and kill a third man.
Henning Koch
#38. Because Ove, as Parvaneh had soon realized, was the sort of man who, when he was not quite certain where he was going, just carried on walking straight ahead, convinced that the road would eventually fall into line.
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#39. But when a conflict has been going on for long enough it can be impossible to sort out, for the simple reason that no one can remember how it first started. And Ove didn't know how it first started. He only knew how it ended.
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#40. She found it easier to forgive than Ove did. Forgive God and the universe and everything. Ove got angry instead. Maybe because he felt someone had to be angry on her behalf, when everything that was evil seemed to assail the only person he'd ever met who didn't deserve it.
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#41. She often said that "all roads lead to something you were always predestined to do." And for her, perhaps, it was something.
But for Ove it was someone.
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#42. God took a child from me, darling Ove. But he gave me a thousand others.
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#43. His days passed like this, slow and methodical. And then one morning he saw her. She had brown hair and blue eyes and red shoes and a big yellow clasp in her hair.
And then there was no more peace and quiet for Ove.
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#44. People had always said that Ove was bitter. But he wasn't bloody bitter. He just didn't go around grinning the whole time. Did that mean one had to be treated like a criminal? Ove hardly thought so. Something inside a man goes to pieces when he has to bury the only person who ever understood him.
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#45. She liked talking and Ove liked keeping quiet. Retrospectively, Ove assumed that was what people meant when they said that people were compatible.
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#46. Because this was what Ove had learned: if one didn't have anything to say, one had to find something to ask. If there was one thing that made people forget to dislike one, it was when they were given the opportunity to talk about themselves.
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#47. [L]ove ... privileges another to see us in ways that would shame us and disgust others without the intervention of love.
William Ian Miller
#48. The husband just nods back at her with an indescribably harmonious smile. The very sort of smile that makes decent folk want to slap Buddhist monks in the face, Ove thinks to himself.
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#49. Nine lives won't last you very long, will they?' says Ove. The cat licks its paw and looks as if it's not the sort of cat that likes to keep count.
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#50. Ove is fifty-nine. He drives a Saab. He's the kind of man who points at people he doesn't like the look of, as if they were burglars and his forefinger a policeman's flashlight.
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#51. Ove had never been asked how he lived before he met her. But if anyone had asked him, he would have answered that he didn't.
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#52. Meghan's in lo-ove," sang the phouka, making my heart stop. "Meghan's in lo-ove. Meghan and Ash, sitting in a tre
"
-Tiaothin
Julie Kagawa
#53. Her head against his chest and whispered: We can busy ourselves with living or with dying, Ove. We have to move on.
Fredrik Backman
#54. He had never heard anything quite as amazing as that voice. She talked as if she was continuously on the verge of breaking into giggles. And when she giggled she sounded the way Ove imagined champagne bubbles would have sounded if they were capable of laughter.
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#55. He never understood why she chose him. She loved abstract things like music and books and strange words. Ove was a man filled entirely with tangible things. He liked screwdrivers and oil filters. He went through life with his hands firmly shoved in his pockets. She danced.
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#56. Ove's wife sometimes jokes that the three worst words Ove knows in this life are "Batteries not included." People usually laugh when she says that. But Ove does not usually laugh.
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#58. Ove looks at the group assembled around him, as if he's been kidnapped and taken to a parallel universe. For a moment he thinks about swerving off the road, until he realises that the worst case scenario would be that they all accompanied him into the afterlife.
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#59. Not many people have ever handed in this much money," she said, smiling at Ove. "Many people don't have any decency either,
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#60. His colleagues learned to appreciate him for it. "When people don't talk so much they don't dish out the crap either," one of his older workmates said to him one afternoon down on the track. And Ove nodded. Some got it and some didn't. There
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#61. And when one of her girlfriends asked why she loved him she answered that most men ran away from an inferno. But men like Ove ran into it.
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#62. It [the Audi] has those new wave-shaped headlights, Ove notes, presumably designed so that no one at night will be able to avoid the insight that here comes a car driven by an utter shit.
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#63. One finds a way of living for the sake of someone else's future. And it wasn't as if Ove also died when Sonja left him. He just stopped living.
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#64. It's one thing to be banal, stupid, and idiotic on the inside. It's another to have it captured in writing.
Karl Ove Knausgaard
#65. I'd had the picture of John Lennon in my room all the time I was at gymnas and proceeded to hang it on the wall behind the typewriter.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#66. The difficult thing for me is that I want basically to be a good man. That's what I want to be.
Karl Ove Knausgaard
#67. Life develops, changes, is in motion. The forms of literature are not.
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#68. The houses where we lived were still standing, all of them. The sole difference, which is the difference between a child's reality and an adult's, was that they were no longer laden with meaning.
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#70. She always brought something when she came on Fridays, and this time it had been a book. A Wizard of Earthsea, written by someone called Ursula K. Le Guin, and already after the first few pages I knew that this was an absolutely fantastic book.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#71. That is its sole law: everything has to submit to form. If any of literature's other elements are stronger than form, such as style, plot, theme, if any of these take control over form, the result is poor. That is why writers with a strong style often write poor books.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#72. I try to write about small insignificant things. I try to find out if it's possible to say anything about them. And I almost always do if I sit down and write about something. There is something in that thing that I can write about. It's very much like a rehearsal. An exercise, in a way.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#73. For the heart, life is simple: it beats for as long as it can. Then it stops.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#74. My intention throughout has been to write, to create literature, and to be able to look people in the eye after I'd done it - the people I'd written about.
Karl Ove Knausgaard
#75. Is literature more important than hurting people? You can't argue that. You can't say it. It's impossible.
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#76. If dogs can smell fear, girls can smell nervousness, that was my experience. From
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#77. Death makes life meaningless because verything we have ever striven for ceases when life does, and it makes life meaningful too, because its presence makes the little we have of it indispensable, every moment precious.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#78. This state lasted for six months, for six months I was truly happy, truly at home in this world and in myself before slowly it began to lose its luster, and once more the world moved out of my reach.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#79. I was drunk in that pure joyful way you can be from white wine, when your thoughts collide with one another like bubbles and what emerges when they burst is pleasure.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#80. This wasn't about knowledge but about the aura knowledge exuded, the places it came from, which were almost all outside the world we lived in now, yet were still within the ambivalent space where all historical objects and ideas reside.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#81. Engineering problems are under-defined, there are many solutions, good, bad and indifferent. The art is to arrive at a good solution. This is a creative activity, involving imagination, intuition and deliberate choice.
Ove Arup
#82. The needs of the moment always trumped promises of the future, however enticing the latter.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#83. I, for my part, never looked forward to anything except the moment the office door closed behind me and I was alone and able to write.
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#84. How desperate do you have to be to start doing push-ups to solve your problems?
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#85. There was something I couldn't do and something I didn't understand. There were secrets and there was darkness, there were shady dealings and there was laughter that jeered at everything. Oh, I sensed it, but I knew nothing about it. Nothing.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#86. Now it was ruined. That was what I wanted. And now it had happened.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#87. Saying what you believe others want to hear is, of course, a form of lying.
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#88. But now he was married and had children, and even though he still had the boat the aura of island romanticism had gone. The long hair too.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#89. I guess I have a talent for humiliation, a place within me that experience can't reach, which is terrible in real life but something that comes in handy in writing. It seems as though humiliation has become a career for me.
Karl Ove Knausgaard
#90. Understanding must not be confused with knowledge for I knew next to nothing
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#91. When I look back at that freedom of childhood, which is in a way infinite, and at all the joy and the intense happiness, now lost, I sometimes think that childhood is where the real meaning of life is located, and that we, adults, are its servants - that that's our purpose.
Karl Ove Knausgaard
#92. Nevertheless I have more than enough information to know his mood. This is apparent not from his facial expressions but his physical posture, and you do not read it with your mind but with your intuition.
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#93. Now they're twenty-four and their real lives lie before them. Jobs of their own, a house of their own, children of their own. There are the two of them, and the future they are moving into is theirs, too.
Or is it?
Karl Ove Knausgard
#94. The thought of this could sometimes weigh me down because I wanted so much to be someone. I wanted so much to be special.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#95. He was a particularly detestable boy. He reminded me of myself when I was younger.
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#96. Who's that?" Yngve said, nodding discreetly in the direction of a woman. She wore a hat with a veil that concealed her face. "No idea," I said. "But all self-respecting funerals have a woman no one recognizes." We laughed. "Well, the danger's over now," Yngve said, and we both laughed again.
Knausgaard, Karl Ove
#97. He was the kind to cut through to the essence, and thus someone who made a difference.
Karl Ove Knausgard
#98. I do feel guilty. I do. Especially about my family, my children. I write about them, and I know that this will haunt them as well through their lives. Why did I do that to them?
Karl Ove Knausgaard
#99. Who cares about politics when there are flames licking at your insides?
Karl Ove Knausgard
#100. Strong themes and styles have to be broken down before literature can come into being. It is this breaking down that is called "writing." Writing is more about destroying than creating.
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