Author of quotes: Heinrich Boll. Page 5

Never before had he so clearly felt his belonging to the all-human, universal homeland, to the world of God.

Are you familiar with such blind corners, where it is not clear why, a railway station arose, where, over several dirty houses and a dilapidated factory, a great infinity seemed to freeze, and the fields around were doomed to eternal barrenness, where you suddenly feel some kind of hopelessness. since not a single tree, not a single church belfry is visible around?

There were moments when I believed that I alone was right and everyone else was wrong, because they all spoke beautifully, and I never found the right words.

It would be good to meet you again in another life, where I could love you, love you just as now, without marrying you. Happy are those who did not love each other when they married. It's terrible to love each other and get married.

I will become the same as these beggarly women, whom I was afraid of in childhood, the same as these hoarse women, embraced by a wild horror of life. Once I despised these women - God forgive me.

Poverty makes me sick.

The narrowest, narrowest road we know is the knife-edge road, and it seems to me that you are walking on it...

There is no cure for poverty.

I could not calmly see how a person was beaten or mocked, and I interceded not out of compassion for people and certainly not out of love for my neighbor, but simply because I can’t stand it.

He always knew that most men are able to drink much less alcohol than they think, most men inspire themselves that they have never seen such dashing revelers as they, they all try to convince the women they bring with them to night bars . In fact, there are very few men who truly know how to drink.

He understood that it was pointless to wait, and at the same time he knew that he had to wait. It was necessary to give Providence this last opportunity to arrange everything for the better - although he was convinced that the worst had already happened.

To smell good and not sweat in this heat, you need money, and, of course, they don’t have money.

When he became a traveling salesman, he had a hard time. He scoured in search of people with extra money, but, as a sin, almost no one had extra money.

Bressen began to give lessons in good manners. The city in which he lived was an ideal place for such an occupation. Many of the local nouveaux riches did not even suspect that it was customary to eat fish differently than meat. All their lives, these people generally ate with their hands, and now, having become the owners of cars, mansions and expensive women, they literally climbed out of their skin just to learn good manners.