“Someone who takes love away from us devastates the cultural structure we've worked on all our lives, deprives us of that sort of Eden that until that moment had made us appear innocent and lovable. Human beings give the worst… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
“Quanto a mim, várias vezes ao dia me acontece de gostar de alguém. Você não? Durante pouco tempo, depois passa.” — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
“Svakog dana sam sebi ponavljala: to sam što sam, i nema mi druge nego da se s tim pomirim; takva sam rođena, u ovom… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
“To be born in that city is useful for only one thing: to have always known, almost instinctively, what today, with endless fine distinctions,… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
As a girl - twelve, thirteen years old - I was absolutely certain that a good book had to have a man as its… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
“Religion will disappear from men's consciousness when, finally, we have constructed a world of equals, without class distinctions, and with a sound of scientific… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
Elena Ferrante is the author of several novels. There is nothing mysterious about her, given how she manifests herself - perhaps even too much… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
Women, in all fields - whether mothers or not - still encounter an extraordinary number of obstacles. They have to hold too many things… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
“Once, she closed the book abruptly and said with annoyance, "That's enough." "Why?" "Because I've had it, it's always the same story: inside something… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
“She became transparent skin over bones, her eyes drowning in violet wells, her hands damp spider webs.” — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
“When you haven’t been in the world long, it’s hard to comprehend what disasters are at the origin of a sense of disaster: maybe… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
“As long as one writes only for oneself, writing is a free act by means of which, to use an oxymoron, one secretly opens… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
“We had the same sensitivity to beautiful things, the same need to enjoy them, the same need to search for the right words to… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
Writers, because they write, are condemned never to be readers of their own stories...The memory of first putting a story into words will always… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
