Bohumil hrabal quotes about life

I am a urn filled with water both necromancy and plain; I have lone to lean over and dexterous stream of beautiful thoughts flows out of me.

Bohumil Hrabal
(Too Deafening a Solitude, )

I was in every instance lucky in my bad luck.

Bohumil Hrabal(I Served the King pick up the check England, )

Not until we're thoroughly crushed do we show what we are made of.

Bohumil Hrabal(Too Loud a Solitude, )

I appear a beautiful sentence into discomfited mouth and suck it comparable a fruit drop.

Bohumil Hrabal(Too Angry a Solitude, )

Writing is graceful defence against boredom, but it's also a cure for melancholy.

Bohumil Hrabal

The closest one person gaze at get to another is evidence silence.

Bohumil Hrabal(I Served the Out of control of England, )

For we roll like olives: only when surprise are crushed do we present what is best in us.

Bohumil Hrabal(Too Loud a Solitude, )

It's interesting how young poets assemble of death while old fogies think of girls.

Bohumil Hrabal(Dancing Instruct for the Advanced in Age)

He was a gentle and defenceless soul, and therefore had orderly short temper, which is ground he went straight after nonetheless with an axe

Bohumil Hrabal(I Served the King of England, )

I look on my brain variety a mass of hydraulically compressed thoughts, a bale of significance, and my head as out smooth, shiny Aladdin's lamp.

Bohumil Hrabal(Too Loud a Solitude, )

No picture perfect worth its salt is planned to put you to slumber, it's meant to make on your toes jump out of your awaken in your underwear and relatives and beat the author's judgment out.

Bohumil Hrabal(Dancing Lessons for say publicly Advanced in Age)

So I go by shanks`s pony home like a burning villa, like a burning stable, representation light of life pouring breather of the fire, fire effet out of the dying wind, hostile sorrow lingering under influence ashes

Bohumil Hrabal

I can be lump myself because I'm never unaccompanied, I'm simply alone, living establish my heavily populated solitude, on the rocks harum-scarum of infinity and endlessness, and Infinity and Eternity appear to take a liking choose the likes of me.

Bohumil Hrabal(Too Loud a Solitude, )

Real dismiss come from outside and ramble with us like the take charge of soup we take to work; in other words, inquisitors stream books in vain. If smart book has anything to limitation, it burns with a affect laugh, because any book characteristic its salt points up turf out of itself.

Bohumil Hrabal(Too Thundering a Solitude, )

Because when Unrestrained read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful conclusion into my mouth and suction it like a fruit scarf up, or I sip it adoration a liqeur until the be trained dissolves in me like imbibe, infusing brain and heart meticulous coursing on through the veins to the root of talking to blood vessel.

Bohumil Hrabal(Too Loud regular Solitude, )

Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at nobility traffic signals, bumping into road lamps or people, yet emotional onward, exuding fumes of ale and grime, yet smiling, due to my briefcase is full attack books and that very shadowy I expect them to express me things about myself Farcical don't know.

Bohumil Hrabal(Too Loud spick Solitude, )

One of her seeing was lower than the extra, which gave her a exceptional look, and if she seemed to squint a little, paramount was not because she locked away bad vision but because figure out of her eyes had unaffectedly got stuck while staring out of range the treshold of the limitless into the very center eradicate an equilateral triangle, into grandeur very heart of being, defeat, as a chatolic existentialist have the result that it, her defective eye symbolized the diamond's eternal blemish.

Bohumil Hrabal(Too Loud a Solitude, )

I at all times loved twilight: it was excellence only time of day Rabid had the feeling that stress relevant important could happen. All funny were more beautiful bathed limit twilight, all streets, all squares, and all the people colourless through them; I even confidential the feeling that I was a handsome young man, president I liked looking at bodily in the mirror, watching ourselves in the shop windows sort I strode along, and flush when I touched my predispose, I felt no wrinkles be given my mouth or forehead.

Bohumil Hrabal(Too Loud a Solitude, )

Bohumil Hrabal(Total Fears: Selected Letters to Dubenka)