Quote by Julien Gracq Download Open image ““On its own, having escaped my grasp, the spool I had loosed was unwinding.”” — Julien Gracq ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“People stagger, but they pick up a tattered thread and wind it back onto a spool.” — Donia Bijan Copy Share Image
“It is a tangled skein, you understand, and I am looking for a loose end.” — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
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“There was no escape from it once we got sucked in. We tried all sorts of maneuvering but still it shot us in a… — Mike Kendrick Copy Share Image
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“With a last ditch attempt, I shoved once more on the wooden door and to my utter surprise, it abruptly flew open. As I… — Katrina Kahler Copy Share Image
“You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself togheter. And then everything falls apart anyway.” — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“I was suddenly and completely inundated by it. What had been lost in losing him.” — Laura Dave Copy Share Image
“A lock of her hair escaped its pin and rode out on the wind, one more insubordinate part of her reaching for him.” — Cecilia Grant Copy Share Image
“She was freefalling, riding the wind of his breaths, hoping he’d catch her.” — Pam Godwin Copy Share Image
“I was falling apart, and all my pieces were scattering to the wind.” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“A history of literature, unlike history as such, ought to list only victories, for its defeats are no victory for anyone.” — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in the distance, with reassuring grunts, a wild… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent? — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“[Original text in French] Giovanni n'avait pas menti. Sagra était une merveille baroque, une collision improbable et inquiétante de la nature et de l'art.… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“It was a fossilized path: the will which had cut this gash out of these solitary places so that the blood and sap would… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“No, what numbed these fields, peopled with bad dreams was not the oppressive grip of a plague but rather an ailing retreat, a sort… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“Blood had long since ceased to beat from one end to the other, but one could sense, from passages marked with fresher traces of… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image