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Jack London _ The Road
Perhaps the greatest charm of tramp-life is the absence of monotony. In Hobo Land the face of life is protean-an ever changing phantasmagoria, where the impossible happens and the unexpected jumps out of the bushes at every turn of the road. The hobo never knows what is going to happen the next moment; hence, he lives only in the present moment. He has learned the futility of telic endeavor, and knows the delight of drifting along with the whimsicalities of Chance
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Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
Pe-acest drum nu mai e nici un suflet de om de la care să auzi vorba Domnului. S-au dus, iar eu am rămas și ei au luat cu ei lumea. Întrebare: prin ce se deosebește ce nu va fi niciodată de ce nu a fost niciodată?"
book-quote the-road drumul
Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
Polished round and smooth as marbles or lozenges of stone veined andstriped. Black disclets and bits of polished quartz all bright from the mist off theriver.
book-quote stones the-road rocks
Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
To seek out the upright. No fall butpreceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness,counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what?Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars werecommon satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the longday movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yetknow it must.
book-quote existentialism the-road
Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
Ella se marchó y la frialdad de la partida fue su regalo final. Lo haría con una hojuela de obsidiana. Él mismo le había enseñado cómo. Más afilada que el acero. El borde de un grosor de átomo. Y ella llevaba razón. No había argumentos. Innumerables noches pasadas en vela debatiendo los pros y los contras de la autodestrucción con la seriedad de unos filósofos encadenados al muro de un manicomio. Por la mañana el chico no dijo nada de nada y cuando tuvieron el equipaje hecho y estuvieron listos para echarse a la carretera se volvió y miró hacia donde habían acampado la víspera y dijo: Se ha marchado, ¿verdad? Y él dijo: Sí.
book-quote mccarthy the-road
Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
The boy's candlecolored skin was all but translucent.
book-quote starvation the-road
Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
He rose and stood tottering in that cold dark with his arms held out for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings. An old chronicle. To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination... Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must.
book-quote direction night the-road
Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
En sus sueños su pálida novia iba hacia él desde una verde bóveda de ramas. Sus pezones como de marga y sus costillas pintadas de blanco. Llevaba un vestido de gasa y sus cabellos oscuros estaban recogidos con peinetas de marfil, peinetas de concha. Su sonrisa, su mirada baja. Por la mañana volvía a nevar. Cuentas de hielo gris en ristra sobre los cables de electricidad.
book-quote mccarthy the-road la-carretera
Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles.
book-quote trees the-road
Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
He walked to the top of a rise and crouched and watched the day accrue. The chary dawn, the cold illucid world.
book-quote morning the-road pretentious
Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
The mummied dead everywhere. The flesh cloven along the bones, the ligaments dried to tug and taut as wires. Shriveled and drawn like latterday bogfolk, their faces of boiled sheeting, the yellowed palings of their teeth. They were discalced to a man like pilgrims of some common order for all their shoes were long since stolen.
book-quote death the-road corpses
Cormac McCarthy _ The Road
Se quedó escuchando el goteo del agua en el bosque. Lecho rocoso, este. El frío y el silencio. Las cenizas del mundo difunto trajinadas de acá para allá por los crudos y transitorios vientos en el vacío. Llevadas, esparcidas y llevadas de nuevo. Todo desencajado de su apuntalamiento. Sin soporte en el viento cinéreo. Sostenido por una respiración, temblorosa y breve. Ojalá mi corazón fuese de piedra.
book-quote mccarthy the-road la-carretera