Author of quotes: John Updike. Page 3

We are all so blinkered! Almost do not pay attention to the beauty around. And she day by day in front of us, whether we notice it or not.

The conversation was sympathetic, but the silence exuded condemnation.

She has many times experienced that sadness chronic sadness Sunday evening when couples get tired of basketball, tennis, walks on the beach or kicking the ball, feel the weight to lean heavily in the evening, when, instead of the game you will have to spend time with electricity, with brats, leftover food, Newspapers propocionada with their tedious wonders and horrors. On those nights, the marriage closes like a flower after sunset, and the rest of Sunday becomes how filthy the window from which is visible Monday and the whole agonizing week, when people will again have to become brokers, dentists, engineers, mothers and Housewives, adults - not guests in this world, and its owners, load-bearing a boring load of responsibilities.

Any name sounds weird until it gets used. How do you like Shakespeare, Churchill? And Pillsbury?

All love is betrayal, for embellishing life. Head-only the one who does not know love.

I like to teach... It's easier than most to learn.

You will find harmony with the world. You will have a tiny being, completely in your power, with the urgent needs that you can satisfy! You will have everything that he needs. I love motherhood! However, then children have to grow...

Seven years is a lot, especially if you count in month or weeks, marked by a humiliating use of contraceptives, spoiling any joy...

Every marriage is a bet with the insurance from total loss.

I have nothing against narrow-minded people if they do not need to teach anything.

Only babies and old villains can be themselves.

...Life does not tolerate analysis.

It's funny, how clean is the look of a woman after copulation!

Sometimes he wondered what prevents him to join the United ranks of happy non-believers. Apparently, the lack of courage. The death of parents has made him wimpy. To break with the faith takes courage, even for a moment, and in the human soul is not replenished courage.