Бернхард Шлинк цитаты

„Добро без зла столь же несообразно человеческой природе, как и зло без добра.“

„Прислушивалась до тех пор, пока я не подошел к ней, а он в эту же секунду появился из-за поворота лестницы. Она коротко вскрикнула, сбежала вниз по ступеням, бросилась ему на шею и заплакала: он уронил сумки, которые с грохотом покатились вниз по лестнице, и подхватил ее на руки. Я на мгновение застыл. Потом я взял плащ и пошёл вниз по лестнице, минуя их обоих. Он стоял с закрытыми глазами. Она смотрела на меня, глаза ее были полны слёз, она прошептала «нет», и я задержался на секунду, но она больше ничего не сказала, и тогда я пошёл прочь. Я задержался ещё на секунду, прежде чем захлопнуть за собой входную дверь. Она не побежала вслед за мной и не окликнула меня.“

„Есть пора, когда можно выбирать. Можно делать то или это, жить с тем человеком или с этим. Потом этот человек и его дела становятся частью твоей собственной жизни, а вопрос о том, почему ты продолжаешь жить собственной жизнью, довольно глуп.“

“Sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily..”

“Now to escape involves not just running away, but arriving somewhere.”

“Is this what sadness is all about? Is it what comes over us when beautiful memories shatter in hindsight because the remembered happiness fed not just on actual circumstances but on a promise that was not kept?”

“When we open ourselves
you yourself to me and I myself to you,
when we submerge
you into me and I into you
when we vanish
into me you and into you I

Then
am I me
and you are you.”

“Desires, memories, fears, passions form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again.”

“What is law? Is it what is on the books, or what is actually enacted and obeyed in a society? Or is law what must be enacted and obeyed, whether or not it is on the books, if things are to go right?”

“What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.”

“But then she was not awkward, she was slow-flowing, graceful, seductive - a seductiveness that had nothing to do with breast and hips and legs, but was an invitation to forget the world in the recesses of the body”

“In the past, I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled freshed, freshly washed or of freshed laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved”

“People who commit monstrous crimes are not necessarily monsters. If they were, things would be easy. But they aren't and it is one of the experiences of life.”

“Or is there no such thing as 'too late'? Is there only 'late' and is 'late' always better than 'never'? I don't know.”

“We make our own truths and lies…. Truths are often lies and lies truths…”

“So I was still guilty. And if I was not guilty because one cannot be guilty of betraying a criminal, then I was guilty of having loved a criminal.”

“She was struggling, as she always had struggled, not to show what she could do but to hide what she couldn't do. A life made up of advances that were actually frantic retreats and victories that were concealed defeats.”

“I know that I found it beautiful. But I cannot recapture it's beauty.”

“I asked her about life, and it was as if she rummaged around in a dusty chest to get me the answers.”