Thornton Wilder citáty
Thornton Wilder
Datum narození: 17. duben 1897
Datum úmrtí: 7. prosinec 1975
Další jména:Торнтон Уайлдер
Thornton Wilder byl americký spisovatel a dramatik. Trojnásobný nositel Pulitzerovy ceny.
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francouzský spisovatelCitáty Thornton Wilder
„Rozkoš nebyla mu více věcí prostou jako jídlo a pití; láska z ní udělala přesložitou věc.“
— Thornton Wilder
Most Svatého Ludvíka krále
„Money is like manure; it's not worth a thing unless it's spread around encouraging young things to grow.“
— Thornton Wilder, The Matchmaker
Dolly Levi, in Act 4 http://books.google.com/books?id=MAEJ8VP0rMYC&q=%22Money+is+like+manure+it's+not+worth+a+thing+unless+it's+spread+around+encouraging+young+things+to+grow%22&pg=PA110#v=onepage
„There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.“
— Thornton Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey
Context: Soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
„I can't go on. It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another. I didn't realize.“
— Thornton Wilder
Context: I can't. I can't go on. It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another. I didn't realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed. Take me back — up the hill — to my grave. But first: Wait! One more look. Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by Grover's Corners... Mama and Papa. Good-by to clocks ticking... and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new ironed dresses and hot baths... and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.... Do human beings ever realize life while they live it? — Every, every minute?... I'm ready to go back... I should have listened to you. That's all human beings are! Just blind people.
"Emily Webb"
„There is no happiness save in understanding the whole.“
— Thornton Wilder
Context: When God loves a creature he wants the creature to know the highest happiness and the deepest misery … He wants him to know all that being alive can bring. That is his best gift…. There is no happiness save in understanding the whole.
„I realize that every writer is necessarily a critic — that is, each sentence is a skeleton accompanied by enormous activity of rejection; and each selection is governed by general principles concerning truth, force, beauty, and so on.“
— Thornton Wilder
Context: I think myself as a fabulist, not a critic. I realize that every writer is necessarily a critic — that is, each sentence is a skeleton accompanied by enormous activity of rejection; and each selection is governed by general principles concerning truth, force, beauty, and so on. But, as I have just suggested, I believe that the practice of writing consists in more and more relegating all that schematic operation to the subconscious. The critic that is in every fabulist is like the iceberg — nine-tenths of him is underwater.
„That's what it was to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down trampling on the feelings of those... of those about you. To spend and waste time as though you had a million years. To be always at the mercy of one self-centered passion, or another.“
— Thornton Wilder
Context: That's what it was to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down trampling on the feelings of those... of those about you. To spend and waste time as though you had a million years. To be always at the mercy of one self-centered passion, or another. Now you know — that's the happy existence you wanted to go back to. Ignorance and blindness.
"Simon Stimson"
