Elizabeth Kostova Quotes
Top 47 wise famous quotes and sayings by Elizabeth Kostova
Elizabeth Kostova Famous Quotes & Sayings
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These are works of history about your century, the twentieth. A fine century-I look forward to the rest of it.
For the first time, I had been struck by the excitement of the traveler who looks history in her subtle face.
As you know, human history is full of evil deeds, and maybe we ought to think of them with tears, not fascination.
It was not the brutality of what occurred next that changed my mind and brought home to me the full meaning of fear. It was the brilliance of it.
Then draw everything. Do a hundred drawings a day,' he said fiercely. 'And remember that it's a hellish life.
What will we someday do, I always wonder, without the pleasures of turning through books and stumbling on things we never meant to find?
The problem is simply finding the right person. Ask Plato. Just make sure she finishes your thoughts and you finish hers. That's all you need.
..then you must say to her, 'Madame, I observe that your heart is broken. Allow me to repair it for you...
I preferred solitude anyway; it was the medium in which I had been raised, in which I swam comfortably.
My guess is that he remembers some of me, some of us together, and the rest rolled off him like topsoil in a flash flood.
If there is any good in life, in history, in my own past, I invoke it now. I invoke it with all the passion with which I have lived.
In the end, I always act from the heart, even if I also value reason and tradition. I wish I could explain why, but I don't know.
And why should I do such a thing- tell you something that can only dismay you? Well, that is the nature of love: it is brutal in its demands.
History it seemed could be something entirely different a splash of blood whose agony didn't fade overnight or over centuries.
I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply a companion to my own.
He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.
There are people who stick in one's memory much more clearly after a brief acquaintance than others whom one sees day after day after a long period.
I wondered why she craved this knowledge and found myself remembering that she was, after all, an anthropologist.
We Gypsies know that where Jews are killed, Gypsies are always murthered too. And then a lot of other people, usually.