Frases de Alice Munro

“Mentira nenhuma, afinal, era mais violenta que as mentiras que nós contamos a nós mesmos e aí desgraçadamente temos que continuar contando para segurar aquele vômito todo no estômago, comendo a gente por dentro.”

“Chorar também nem faz mal, sabe, desde que você não passe a vida inteira chorando.”

“Porém ela sabia agora que havia épocas em que o feio e o bonito serviam exatamente para o mesmo propósito, quando qualquer coisa para a qual se olha é apenas um gancho onde pendurar as sensações descontroladas de seu corpo e os bocados e pedaços de sua mente.”

“E, ainda assim, uma euforia. A euforia indizível que se sente quando um desastre galopante guarda a promessa de libertar a pessoa de toda a responsabilidade de sua própria vida.”

“A gente pensa umas coisas que preferia não pensar. Acontece na vida.”

“I can't play bridge. I don't play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn't seemed time for. But what there is time for is looking out the window.”

“She would live now, not read.”

“The thing is to be happy,' he said. 'No matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It's nothing to do with circumstances. You wouldn't believe how good it is. Accept everything and then tragedy disappears. Or tragedy lightens, anyway, and you're just there, going along easy in the world.”

“The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.”

“People are curious. A few people are. They will be driven to find things out, even trivial things.”

“Never underestimate the meanness in people's souls… Even when they're being kind… especially when they're being kind.”

“Always remember that when a man goes out of the room, he leaves everything in it behind… When a woman goes out she carries everything that happened in the room along with her.”

“In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.”

“Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.”

“You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations.”

“Moments of kindness and reconciliation are worth having, even if the parting has to come sooner or later.”

“Why is it a surprise to find that people other than ourselves are able to tell lies?”

“She was learning, quite late, what many people around her appeared to have known since childhood: that life can be perfectly satisfying without major achievements.”

“He never wanted to be away from her. She had the spark of life.”

“Love removes the world for you, and just as surely when it's going well as when it's going badly.”

“Life would be grand if it weren't for the people.”

“People’s lives, in Jubilee as elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing, and unfathomable – deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum.”

“They were all in their early thirties. An age at which it is sometimes hard to admit that what you are living is your life.”

“For we did makeup. But we didn't forgive each other. And we didn't take steps. And it got to be too late and we saw that each of us had invested too much in being in the right and we walked away and it was a relief.”

“Few people, very few, have a treasure, and if you do you must hang onto it. You must not let yourself be waylaid, and have it taken from you.”

“My head was a magpie's nest lined with such bright scraps of information.”

“What she wants to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in the past as to open it up and get one good look at it".”

“Every year, when you're a child, you become a different person.”

“You think that would have changed things? The answer is of course, and for a while, and never.”

“We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do--we do it all the time.”

“There were people whom you positively ached to please. If you failed with such people they would put you into a category in their minds where they could kee you and have contempt for you forever.”

“It almost seemed as if there must be some random and of course unfair thrift in the emotional housekeeping of the world, if the great happiness--however temporary, however flimsy--of one person could come out of the great unhappiness of another.”

“Who can ever say the perfect thing to the poet about his poetry?”

“And now such a warm commotion, such busy love.”