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Au revoir, jewelled alligators and white hotels, hallucinatory forests, farewell.
J.G. Ballard
For Sayonara, literally translated, 'Since it must be so,' of all the good-bys I have heard is the most beautiful. Unlike the Auf Wiedershens and Au revoirs, it does not try to cheat itself by any bravado 'Till we meet again,' any sedative to postpone the pain of separation. It does not evade the issue like the sturdy blinking Farewell. Farewell is a father's good-by. It is - 'Go out in the world and do well, my son.' It is encouragement and admonition. It is hope and faith. But it passes over the significance of the moment; of parting it says nothing. It hides its emotion. It says too little. While Good-by ('God be with you') and Adios say too much. They try to bridge the distance, almost to deny it. Good-by is a prayer, a ringing cry. 'You must not go - I cannot bear to have you go! But you shall not go alone, unwatched. God will be with you. God's hand will over you' and even - underneath, hidden, but it is there, incorrigible - 'I will be with you; I will watch you - always.' It is a mother's good-by. But Sayonara says neither too much nor too little. It is a simple acceptance of fact. All understanding of life lies in its limits. All emotion, smoldering, is banked up behind it. But it says nothing. It is really the unspoken good-by, the pressure of a hand, 'Sayonara.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh (North to the Orient)
Goodbye,” Mort said, and was surprised to find a lump in his throat. “It’s such an unpleasant word, isn’t it?” QUITE SO. Death grinned because, as has so often been remarked, he didn’t have much option. But possibly he meant it, this time. I PREFER AU REVOIR, he said.
Terry Pratchett (Mort (Discworld, #4; Death, #1))
I can't dance, remember?" I whispered. "It's just a tango. It is like sex, except with clothes on." Then, squeezing me closer: "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot, you do not know how to do that either.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Well, au revoir, one and all.
P.L. Travers (Mary Poppins)
How about we just go with sayonara then?” Graham laughed. “Or au revoir.” “Arrivederci.” “Hasta la vista, baby,” he said, and then he stepped forward and kissed her again, sending a shiver through her in spite of the warmth of the early-morning sun.
Jennifer E. Smith (Happy Again (This Is What Happy Looks Like #1.5))
Non cercate di interagire. Sono solo un cilindro musicale. Per servirvi. Au revoir.
Dario Tonani
There is a symbiotic desire to get closer and closer, to enter the self of what is being drawn, and, simultaneously, there is the foreknowledge of immanent distance. Such drawings aspire to be both a secret rendezvous and an au revoir! Alternately and ad infinitum.
John Berger (Bento's Sketchbook)
Speaking of novels,’ I said, ‘you remember we decided once, you, your husband and I, that Proust’s rough masterpiece was a huge, ghoulish fairy tale, an asparagus dream, totally unconnected with any possible people in any historical France, a sexual travestissement and a colossal farce, the vocabulary of genius and its poetry, but no more, impossibly rude hostesses, please let me speak, and even ruder guests, mechanical Dostoevskian rows and Tolstoian nuances of snobbishness repeated and expanded to an unsufferable length, adorable seascapes, melting avenues, no, do not interrupt me, light and shade effects rivaling those of the greatest English poets, a flora of metaphors, described—by Cocteau, I think—as “a mirage of suspended gardens,” and, I have not yet finished, an absurd, rubber-and-wire romance between a blond young blackguard (the fictitious Marcel), and an improbable jeune fille who has a pasted-on bosom, Vronski’s (and Lyovin’s) thick neck, and a cupid’s buttocks for cheeks; but—and now let me finish sweetly—we were wrong, Sybil, we were wrong in denying our little beau ténébreux the capacity of evoking “human interest”: it is there, it is there—maybe a rather eighteenth-centuryish, or even seventeenth-centuryish, brand, but it is there. Please, dip or redip, spider, into this book [offering it], you will find a pretty marker in it bought in France, I want John to keep it. Au revoir, Sybil, I must go now. I think my telephone is ringing.
Vladimir Nabokov (Pale Fire)
La capacité au bonheur se travaille, se muscle jour après jour. Il suffit de revoir son système de valeurs, de rééduquer le regard qu’on porte sur la vie et les événements.
Raphaëlle Giordano
Mais Colin ne savait pas, il courait, il avait peur, pourquoi ça ne suffit pas de toujours rester ensemble, il faut encore qu’on ait peur, peut-être est-ce un accident, une auto l’a écrasée, elle serait sur son lit, je ne pourrais la voir, ils m’empêcheraient d’entrer, mais vous croyez donc peut-être que j’ai peur de ma Chloé, je la verrai malgré vous, mais non, Colin, n’entre pas. Elle est peut-être blessée, seulement, alors, il n’y aura rien du tout, demain, nous irons ensemble au Bois, pour revoir le banc, j’avais sa main dans la mienne et ses cheveux près des miens, son parfum sur l’oreiller. Je prends toujours son oreiller, nous nous battrons encore le soir, le mien, elle le trouve trop bourré, il reste tout rond sous sa tête, et moi, je le reprends après, il sent l’odeur de ses cheveux.
Boris Vian (L'Écume des jours)
Human beings are like the screwed-up children of alcoholic parents in that way, picking up the pieces afterward and trying to make up reasons why.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
you need to put aside your own selfish motives and consider other people for a change.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
She had three seconds in which to decide whether to be rich or spend the rest of her life as a housemaid. She only needed one.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
It is only when memory is filtered through imagination that the films we make will have real depth.
Louis Malle
Au revoir, mages.
A.S. Olsoune
I had to leave Paris the next morning. As always I would wonder why and start counting the days before I could go back. And then lose count and be lost again in the life that, by some strange twist of fate, I lived somewhere else. Au revoir Paris. Bonjour tristesse.
Clive James
Human beings are like the screwed-up children of alcoholic parents in that way, picking up the pieces afterward and trying to make up reasons why. You could argue that’s what makes us interesting, and maybe it is to some alien race studying us from a million miles away. From where I sit it just seems pathetic and sad.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Books and people happen to you. And when they do, let them.
Sara Jothi (Au Revoir : A Memoir From Behind A White Collar)
Seuls les poissons morts suivent le courant' - Only dead fish follow the current
Mike Bodnar (Against the Current: Au revoir to corporate life and bonjour to a life afloat in France!)
Il continuait à trembler, sa peur était irrationnelle, imperméable à toute raison.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
I should have been paying closer attention.” “You did the best you could ,” she said. “You are not a warrior, Perry, any more than I am a foreign exchange student.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
They're much the same, the enemy, the war, the bureaucracy, the army, they're all things that no-one understands, and no-one can stop.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
Those who thought that this war would be over quickly are all dead. Of the war, of course.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
C’est totalement absurde les rappels . Enfin, écoutez, dans la vie normale, dans la vie courante, quand un type a fini son boulot, qu’est-ce qu’il fait ? Il dit au revoir, et il s’en va. Voilà. Il ne revient pas : enfin, on n’imagine pas un plombier, par exemple, re-sonnant à la porte, après avoir réparé une fuite, juste pour refiler un petit coup de clé de douze.
Pierre Desproges (Textes de scène)
Why don’t you just tell him what he wants to know?” “I do not like bullies. And I have never responded well to threats of force.”She paused. “Also, I believe he will kill me anyway.” “Why?” “Because that is what he does.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
C'était donc cela mourir ? Revoir sa vie en accéléré, comme on jette un dernier coup d’œil à la pièce que l'on quitte afin de vérifier que l'on n'a rien oublié ? Vérifier que l'on n'a rien oublié. Au prix d'un effort inouï, elle redressa la tête , l’appuya contre le tronc du bouleau. Elle avait revue sa vie mais pas toute sa vie. Il lui manquait le final, les plus belles années. Les années de plénitude. La mort pouvait bien attendre quelques minutes, non ?
Pierre Bottero (Ellana, la Prophétie (Le Pacte des MarchOmbres, #3))
Sometimes you just need people to be there and do nothing. This 'do nothing' part is hard for people to understand. They are compelled to talk, touch, pacify, hug, or soothe you. That's rather sweet per se, but that's not something someone wants at all times is all.
Sara Jothi (Au Revoir : A Memoir From Behind A White Collar)
You are never going to stop me from achieving my goal, Perry. You ought to know that by now. Do you wish to know the definition of a tragic hero?”“Not particularly.”“A tragic hero is an individual who, with every attempt to restore things to normal, only pushes himself further away from normalcy.”She nodded. “That is you, Perry.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
J’ai une très grande expérience des séparations, je sais mieux que personne leur danger : quitter quelqu’un en se promettant qu’on va se revoir, cela présage les choses les plus graves. Le cas le plus fréquent, c’est qu’on ne revoit pas l’individu en question. Et ce n’est pas la pire éventualité. La pire consiste à revoir la personne et à ne pas la reconnaître, soit qu’elle ait réellement beaucoup changé, soit qu’on lui découvre alors un aspect incroyablement déplaisant qui devait exister déjà mais sur lequel on avait réussi à s’aveugler, au nom de cette étrange forme d’amour si mystérieuse, si dangereuse et dont l’enjeu échappe toujours : l’amitié.
Amélie Nothomb (Pétronille)
Je m'appelle Gaëlle, j'ai trente-quatre ans, j'ai un gros cul, je suis assistante dans la com', je m'éclate dans mon boulot, je suis super-pro et je ne supporte pas les incompétents. Tous les matins, je prends mon métro à Ledru-Rollin, je lis les gratuits, je me sape chez Zadig & Voltaire, je fais des régimes au printemps, je vote à gauche ou à droite, ça dépend, j'ai les pieds bien sur terre, j'aime pas revoir mes ex, le passé c'est le passé, j'aime pas trop le théâtre, je préfère le ciné, je m'engueule souvent avec ma mère, je me pose pas trop de questions, j'aime pas les gens prise de tête, je lis les bouquins d'Amélie Nothomb et la Star Ac', ça me fait marrer.
David Thomas (La Patience des buffles sous la pluie)
I dreamed about you sometimes. In my dreams we were walking down Tenth Avenue together in the dark. You hadn’t been shot after all, and we were both all right. I asked you if you were done, and you said yes, it was finished. In my dreams the streetlights all went off as we walked past them, but I could still see perfectly clearly to the corner. There was heat and light pouring out of you like a lantern, shining down the sidewalk in front of us, filling the intersection with amazing white light. When I reached for your hand you let me keep it there and smiled. You kissed me one more time. In my dreams I always knew that meant that I was about to wake up. The light spilling out of your face and eyes and skin blazed up higher, and you said you had to go. You said it had to be this way. You said you were a goddess of fire. Life went on. It always did, and that summer was no exception.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I’m not helping you kill anybody else. It’s just not happening. I’m done.”“What makes you think you have a choice?”“You know why? I’ll tell you. Because we were just kissing in the street, and deep down, I don’t believe you could actually blow up my house or kill my sister. I just don’t, and she’s probably not even in the house anymore anyway, so if you want to go in there and shoot somebody, fine, but you’re on your own.”Gobi paused, seeming to consider all of this. “What is it that you want to hear from me, Perry? Do you want me to tell you that these are bad people that I am killing tonight? Because they are. They are very bad people. They deserve to die, each and every one of them.”“Nobody deserves to die.”“Oh, really?”“Okay, I mean, maybe people like Hitler and Pol Pot . . . dictators, tyrants, African warlords who starve their people into submission . . . but that guy at the bar wasn’t an evil man.”“How do you know? Because he had drinks with Hemingway?”“I just know.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Parfait, dit-il en s’écartant et il effleura son bras du bout des doigts. J’ai hâte d’y être. Au revoir, ma chérie. À très bientôt.
Michelle Gable (L'appartement oublié)
Je les ai rejoints pour leur dire au revoir, et le visage de Gatsby reflétait de nouveau une stupeur éperdue, comme s'il mettait en doute l'essence même de ce bonheur trop neuf. Près de cinq ans! Et par moments peut-être au cours de cette après-midi Daisy s'était-elle montrée inférieure à ses rêves — mais elle n'était pas fautive. Cela tenait à la colossale vigueur de son aptitude à rêver. Il l'avait projetée au-delà de Daisy, au-delà de tout. Il s'y était voué lui-même avec une passion d'inventeur, modifiant, amplifiant, décorant ses chimères de la moindre parure scintillante qui passait à sa portée. Ni le feu ni la glace ne sauraient atteindre en intensité ce qu'enferme un homme dans les illusions de son cœur.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
Au moment de nous quitter, nous choisissions de ne pas dire un mot, d’être dans le silence. Il y a une étreinte, un regard. Il n’y a pas de baiser, pas d’au revoir. Il y a juste ton corps en partance et le mien qui reste. Il y a les battements de ton coeur qui s’accélèrent et les miens qui ralentissent. Il y a l’effroi. Il y a le temps derrière nous, et le temps devant nous. Il y a la tendresse qui se brise.
Philippe Besson (In the Absence of Men)
Just how did you know where this guy grew up?!" "Was it mere coincidence?! No way! This has to be deliberate! But how?! What kind of magic trick is this, Miss Yamato Nadeshiko?!" "Um, it's kind of hard to explain but... sometimes there's a certain lilt to how you pronounce your words. It sounded an awful lot like the lyrical accent unique to that area." "Huh?" "Eheh heh... when I'm not paying attention, sometimes my hometown accent slips outdo. Given your outfits and brand choices, I figured you were American... so I wondered if you were born in the South near the Gulf of Mexico... which made me think you probably had gumbo a lot growing up." "Well, I'll be! You managed to deduce all that?" "Was I right? Oh, I'm so glad!" "No way! I don't believe it! Just who are you?! How can you even figure something like that out?!" "Eheheh heh... it wasn't much. I've just been doing some studying, is all." "Voila. C'est votre monnaie. Au revoir, bonne journée." "Merci!" In the few months since earning my Seat on the Council of Ten... I took advantage of some of the perks it gave me... to visit a whole bunch of different countries. I went to all kinds of regions and met all kinds of people... learning firsthand what it feels like to live and thrive there. I experienced the "taste of home" special to each place... and incorporated it into my own cooking... so that I could improve a little as a chef! "And that's how you knew about gumbo? But still! All you did was make a dish from my hometown. That's it! There's no way it should've overwhelmed me this much! Why?! How could you manage something like that?!" "I think it's because, deep down, this is what you've truly been searching for. Um, to go back to what I mentioned to you earlier... I think you might have the wrong idea. I'm pretty sure that isn't what real hospitality is. In your heart, the kind of hospitality you're truly looking for... isn't to be pampered and treated like a king for a day. If that kind of royal luxury was all you were looking for... you wouldn't need to come all the way to Japan. You could have just reserved a suite at any international five-star hotel to get that experience. But you said you specifically liked Japan's rural hot springs resort towns. The kind of places so comfortable and familiar they tug at your heart... places that somehow quietly remind you of home. "I think... no, I know... ... that what you really want... ... is simply a warm, gentle hug.
Yuto Tsukuda (食戟のソーマ 31 [Shokugeki no Souma 31] (Food Wars: Shokugeki no Soma, #31))
It never mattered how low I felt, someone at the ALP always managed to scoop me up and put me on an even keel. The Library was more than bricks and books; its mortar was people who cared. I’d spent time in other libraries, with their hard wooden chairs and their polite “Bonjour, Mademoiselle. Au revoir, Mademoiselle.” There was nothing wrong with these bibliothèques, they simply lacked the camaraderie of real community. The Library felt like home.
Janet Skeslien Charles (The Paris Library)
Cousin Bette is an inimitable character, a villainess of the worst kind: mean-spirited, vengeful, small-minded. And yet what a joy she is. Bette’s desire for revenge stems from her obsession with her cousin. Adeline is more beautiful and charismatic than Bette. And she has “stolen” the man Bette should have married. Bette seems to conveniently ignore the fact that the man Adeline has married—Baron Hulot—is not someone anyone would want to be married to. The seed of resentment is sown early on, then, and Bette schemes to bring down Baron Hulot, his wife, and their entire family. Because if she can’t be happy, then no one can. She enlists Valérie Marneffe, her neighbor, to seduce Baron Hulot and wheedle as much money as possible out of him, all the while knowing that he is all but ruined by his previous mistress, Josépha. Meanwhile Bette develops a maternal/romantic attachment to her upstairs neighbor, Wenceslas Steinbock, a Polish artist, whom she prevented from committing suicide
Viv Groskop (Au Revoir, Tristesse: Lessons in Happiness from French Literature)
Au revoir, mon ami.
Susan Kay, Phantom
He did not smile, he was neither grave, nor vindictive, nor sad; he was still. He was waiting, I think, for me to cross the space and take him in my arms again - waiting, as one waits at a deathbed for the miracle one dare not disbelieve, which will not happen. I had to get out of there for my face showed too much, the war in my body was dragging me down. My feet refused to carry me over to him again. The wind of my life was blowing me away. 'Au revoir, Giovanni.' 'Au revoir, mon cher.
James Baldwin (Giovanni's Room)
Mais cette fois-ci, j'ai l'impression d'être au bout du voyage et je l'accepte. J'accepte que prenne fin cet impossible dialogue parsemé d'embûches, de cris, de peines, de lettres, de traversées de l'Atlantique. J'accepte même que ma mère disparaisse sans que je puisse la revoir, la toucher, la cajoler, qu'elle s'en aille dans l'au-delà sans que je sois là pour l'aider à franchir le pas. J'accepte, mieux, je la remercie. de m'avoir mise au monde, de m'avoir élevée, du mieux qu'elle pouvoir, de m'avoir forcée à avoir une profession, pour être autonome, de m'avoir appris à lutter, à ne pas courber ni la tête ni le dos. Et je pardonne. Dieu que j'ai du mal à pardonner! Je pardonne, pour les baisers et les câlins que je n'ai pas reçus, pour les histoires qu'elle ne m'a pas lues lorsque j'étais petite fille, pour la robe de mariée que je n'ai pas choisie avec elle, pour le temps qui lui manquait pour moi, pour l'amour qu'elle ne savait pas me montrer. Je pardonne.
Nicole Balvay-Haillot
-Je suis venu pour vous dire au revoir, à toi et à ta sœur. -Tu pars où ? -Loin. -Et tu reviens quand ? -Je ne sais pas. -Mais pourquoi ? -Parce que je veux changer le monde. Pour qu'il soit meilleur. Pour ta sœur et toi. -Mais maman, mon monde, c'est toi.
Jean-Laurent Del Socorro (Boudicca)
She bid him farewell, And scrutinized his silhouette, That slowly faded in the shadows. She whispered, "Au-revoir" To the nocturnal mist.
Ruqayya Shaheed Khan
JEANNE ENDORMIE. -- I LA SIESTE Elle fait au milieu du jour son petit somme; Car l'enfant a besoin du rêve plus que l'homme, Cette terre est si laide alors qu'on vient du ciel ! L'enfant cherche à revoir Chérubin, Ariel, Ses camarades, Puck, Titania, les fées, Et ses mains quand il dort sont par Dieu réchauffées. Oh ! comme nous serions surpris si nous voyions, Au fond de ce sommeil sacré, plein de rayons, Ces paradis ouverts dans l'ombre, et ces passages D'étoiles qui font signe aux enfants d'être sages, Ces apparitions, ces éblouissements ! Donc, à l'heure où les feux du soleil sont calmants, Quand toute la nature écoute et se recueille, Vers midi, quand les nids se taisent, quand la feuille La plus tremblante oublie un instant de frémir, Jeanne a cette habitude aimable de dormir; Et la mère un moment respire et se repose, Car on se lasse, même à servir une rose. Ses beaux petits pieds nus dont le pas est peu sûr Dorment; et son berceau, qu'entoure un vague azur Ainsi qu'une auréole entoure une immortelle, Semble un nuage fait avec de la dentelle; On croit, en la voyant dans ce frais berceau-là, Voir une lueur rose au fond d'un falbala; On la contemple, on rit, on sent fuir la tristesse, Et c'est un astre, ayant de plus la petitesse; L'ombre, amoureuse d'elle, a l'air de l'adorer; Le vent retient son souffle et n'ose respirer. Soudain, dans l'humble et chaste alcôve maternelle, Versant tout le matin qu'elle a dans sa prunelle, Elle ouvre la paupière, étend un bras charmant, Agite un pied, puis l'autre, et, si divinement Que des fronts dans l'azur se penchent pour l'entendre, Elle gazouille...-Alors, de sa voix la plus tendre, Couvrant des yeux l'enfant que Dieu fait rayonner, Cherchant le plus doux nom qu'elle puisse donner À sa joie, à son ange en fleur, à sa chimère: -Te voilà réveillée, horreur ! lui dit sa mère.
Victor Hugo (L'Art d'être grand-père)
The Sonnets: XLI banging around in a cigarette she isn’t “in love” my dream a drink with Ira Hayes we discuss the code of the west my hands make love to my body when my arms are around you you never tell me your name and I am forced to write “belly” when I mean “love” Au revoir, scene! I waken, read, write long letters and wander restlessly when leaves are blowing my dream a crumpled horn in advance of the broken arm she murmurs of signs to her fingers weeps in the morning to waken so shackled with love Not me. I like to beat people up. My dream a white tree Ted Berrigan, The Sonnets (Penguin Books, 2000)
Ted Berrigan (The Sonnets)
Voilà, décide-t-il, à quoi devrait ressembler un « au revoir ». Pas à un point final, mais à des points de suspension, une phrase inachevée jusqu’au prochain paragraphe. Une porte laissée ouverte. Une plongée dans le sommeil.
V.E. Schwab
God may forgive you if He chooses, but not I. Au revoir.
Lee Smith (On Agate Hill)
Exactly. Au revoir!" Whittington
Agatha Christie (The Secret Adversary (Tommy and Tuppence #1))
Doit-on s’infliger à ce point de sortir d’une vie ? Doit on autant fuir pour chercher ailleurs un moyen de panser ses blessures, de souffler, s’introspecter ? N’y avait-il aucune autre voie possible au delà de cette absence terrible qui lui tordait le ventre de douleur, aucun autre chemin que de voir soudainement disparaître de son existence cette présence qui l’avait accompagné le temps d’une balade qu’ils avaient effectuée à deux ? Si l’absence semblait le seul remède, force lui était de constater qu’elle ne laissait dans on esprit qu’un goût amer qui lui écorchait les lèvres. Et son image dansait dans sa tête, le torturant à chaque instant, amenant des larmes dans le creux de ses yeux, ce visage vers lequel il voulait tendre les doigts, qu’il voulait caresser, alors qu’il devait s’obliger à ne pas bouger et à rester interdit. Au delà des mots, c’était bien cette absence totale qui lui était la pire des tortures. Il aurait voulu tendre les bras, enserrer ce corps tant aimé, oublier un instant cette douleur sourde qui grondait en son coeur, fermer les yeux et revenir à ces quelques moments de pur bonheur qu’il avait pu ressentir alors que leurs deux corps étaient enlacés, si proches l’un de l’autre, dans une communion qui allait au delà des mots. A ce moment même avant les mots, avant ces phrases blessantes, avant sa décision. Mais il devait se résoudre à laisser partir ce visage tant aimé, à le voir se fondre dans cet océan inconnu du temps qui, disait-on, était capable de tout soigner. Et pourtant chaque jour l’absence le mordait, plus durement que l’eau salée sur une blessure, plus cruellement que la mort. La mort c’était savoir qu’il n’y avait pas d’espoir de se revoir, aucun espoir de se croiser, l’absence au contraire était ô combien plus cruelle. L’absence c’était savoir l’autre proche, c’était savoir qu’il continuait sa vie loin de soi, que vos chemins se séparaient désormais et adoptaient une trajectoire différente. C’était savoir que l’autre deviendrait peu à peu un inconnu, une ombre du passé. C’était risquer de se recroiser et de voir ces plaies se rouvrir sans que rien jamais ne puisse les soigner. Oui, décidément l’absence était bien pire que tout.
Simon Vandereecken (Temps volés)
« Si pour un instant Dieu oubliait que je suis une marionnette de chiffon et m'offrait un morceau de vie, je profiterais de ce temps du mieux que je pourrais. Sans doute je ne dirais pas tout ce que je pense, mais je penserais tout ce que je dirais. Je donnerais du prix aux choses, non pour ce qu'elles valent, mais pour ce qu'elles représentent. Je dormirais peu, je rêverais plus, sachant qu'en fermant les yeux, à chaque minute nous perdons 60 secondes de lumière. Je marcherais quand les autres s'arrêteraient, je me réveillerais quand les autres dormiraient. Si Dieu me faisait cadeau d'un morceau de vie, je m'habillerai simplement, je me coucherais à plat ventre au soleil, laissant à découvert pas seulement mon corps, mais aussi mon âme. Aux hommes, je montrerais comment ils se trompent, quand ils pensent qu'ils cessent d'être amoureux parce qu'ils vieillissent, sans savoir qu'ils vieillissent quand ils cessent d'être amoureux ! A l'enfant je donnerais des ailes mais je le laisserais apprendre à voler tout seul. Au vieillard je dirais que la mort ne vient pas avec la vieillesse mais seulement avec l'oubli. J'ai appris tant de choses de vous les hommes… J'ai appris que tout le monde veut vivre en haut de la montagne, sans savoir que le vrai bonheur se trouve dans la manière d'y arriver. J'ai appris que lorsqu'un nouveau-né serre pour la première fois, le doigt de son père, avec son petit poing, il le tient pour toujours. J'ai appris qu'un homme doit uniquement baisser le regard pour aider un de ses semblables à se relever. J'ai appris tant de choses de vous, mais à la vérité cela ne me servira pas à grand chose, si cela devait rester en moi, c'est que malheureusement je serais en train de mourir. Dis toujours ce que tu ressens et fais toujours ce que tu penses. Si je savais que c'est peut être aujourd'hui la dernière fois que je te vois dormir, je t'embrasserais très fort et je prierais pour pouvoir être le gardien de ton âme. Si je savais que ce sont les derniers moments où je te vois, je te dirais 'je t'aime' sans stupidement penser que tu le sais déjà. Il y a toujours un lendemain et la vie nous donne souvent une autre possibilité pour faire les choses bien, mais au cas où elle se tromperait et c'est, si c'est tout ce qui nous reste, je voudrais te dire combien je t'aime, que jamais je ne t'oublierais. Le lendemain n'est sûr pour personne, ni pour les jeunes ni pour les vieux. C'est peut être aujourd'hui que tu vois pour la dernière fois ceux que tu aimes. Pour cela, n'attends pas, ne perds pas de temps, fais-le aujourd'hui, car peut être demain ne viendra jamais, tu regretteras toujours de n'avoir pas pris le temps pour un sourire, une embrassade, un baiser parce que tu étais trop occupé pour accéder à un de leur dernier désir. Garde ceux que tu aimes près de toi, dis-leur à l'oreille combien tu as besoin d'eux, aime les et traite les bien, prends le temps pour leur dire 'je regrette' 'pardonne-moi' 's'il te plait' 'merci' et tous les mots d'amour que tu connais. Personne ne se souviendra de toi pour tes pensées secrètes. Demande la force et la sagesse pour les exprimer. Dis à tes amis et à ceux que tu aimes combien ils sont importants pour toi. Monsieur Márquez a terminé, disant : Envoie cette lettre à tous ceux que tu aimes, si tu ne le fais pas, demain sera comme aujourd'hui. Et si tu ne le fais pas cela n'a pas d'importance. Le moment sera passé. Je vous dis au revoir avec beaucoup de tendresse »
Gabriel García Márquez
–Et si je me mettais dans la cage, dit Turandot, et que ce soit Laverdure qui me porte ? [...] –Alors au revoir, les gars ! dit Laverdure. –Tu causes, tu causes, dit Turandot, c’est tout ce que tu sais faire. Et ils s’envolèrent dans la direction Bastille
Raymond Queneau
Edouard se détailla. Il n'était plus bouleversé, on s'habitue à tout, mais sa tristesse, elle, restait intacte, la faille qui s'était ouverte en lui n'avait fait, au fil du temps, que s'agrandir, s'agrandir encore et toujours. Il avait trop aimé la vie, voilà le problème. A ceux qui n'y tenaient pas autant, les choses devaient paraître plus simples, tandis qu'à lui...
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
Je refuse de me lever et d'affronter cette journée. Parce que cela voudra dire que ma meilleure amie est définitivement partie. Et je ne veux pas lui dire au revoir. Pas dans une église gelée, remplie de gens en pleurs. Je ne veux pas que chaque vendredi soit à jamais marqué par l'image d'un cercueil fermé. C'est au-dessus de mes forces.
Carène Ponte (Tu as promis que tu vivrais pour moi)
Oliver Marley supposed there were more dignified ways to end his life. A lifelong victim to the twin sins of an infertile imagination and pragmatism, the thought of travel simply never crossed his mind.   Had it occurred to him, Oliver could have jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge, into the abyss of the Grand Canyon or said au revoir off the Eiffel Tower. But truth be told, Oliver never was much of a traveler. Even locally there were certainly higher quality casinos to choose from, taller parking garages from which to leap. Instead he found himself perched atop the nearest appropriately-sized structure to his home, that being the parking garage of the Circus Time Hotel & Casino. His view not of Alcatraz Island and the rough waters of the San Francisco Bay, nor the breathtaking vistas of the Arizona desert, or the romanticism of the Paris skyline for that matter. Rather he found himself bathed in a noxious blend of pink and green neon, staring into a pair of giant blinking pastel eyes belonging to the eighty-foot clown staring down at him like a frilly guardian angel. Then again, when your primary objective is to pancake yourself on a public sidewalk, perhaps you’re not in the best position to nitpick over the intricacies of what does and does not constitute bad taste. Oliver would just have to live with the clown, at least for another minute or two.
Kingfisher Pink (Marley)
Semmit sem tudott Édouard Péricourt családjáról. Csak annyit, hogy a személyi adatai alapján egy elegáns negyedben van a lakhelye. De a hely eleganciája mit sem számít, ha meghal a fiunk. Sokszor egy bajtárs leveléből értesült a család a tragédiáról, merthogy az adminisztrációnak igen sürgős halálba küldeni az embereket, de annál lomhább, ha a gyászhír elküldése a feladdat.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
Kostia sortit de la poche intérieure de sa vareuse un objet rectangulaire enveloppé d'indienne. - Prends. C'est ce que j'aimais le plus au monde quand j'étais seul. Romachkine eut dans la main une miniature encadrée d'ébène. Dans le cercle noir apparaissait un visage de femme magiquement réel qui n'était qu'équilibre, intelligence, rayonnement, silence. Romachkine dit avec une sorte de frayeur éblouie: - Est-ce possible? Crois-tu vraiment, Kostia, qu'il y a des visages comme celui-ci? Kostia s'emporta; - Les visages vivants sont plus beaux... Au revoir, vieux,
Victor Serge (The Case of Comrade Tulayev)
J'ai eu l'occasion, au Caire, de revoir Allal el Fassi, homme noble, poète délicat, que notre grande presse traite de "fou furieux" parce qu'il est le chef de l'Istiqlal marocain. Il m'avait dit qu'il était à l'hôpital à la Mubarra Muhammad Aly, au vieux Caire. J'y suis allé le voir le 20 janvier. Il avait envoyé le matin même, je ne le savais pas, un télégramme au Pape. Il faut être un musulman très éloigné de la mentalité occidentale pour espérer quelque résultat d'un télégramme pareil. [L'Occident devant l'Orient. Primauté d'une solution culturelle. In: Politique étrangère, n°2 - 1952 - 17ᵉannée. pp. 13-28]
Louis Massignon
Her shoulders shuddered. I realized she had begun to cry. The tears ran down her face, trickling in with the blood over the bruises. “My sister was brought to this country as a slave,”she said. “She spent the final months of her life being treated like a piece of meat until finally a rich man paid to see a girl get her throat slit. The indignity of such a thing is beyond imagination.”She drew in a watery breath. “Unless I took care of it personally, I knew that I would never feel like her honor had been avenged.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
What’s your real name?” I asked. “Zusane,” she said. “Zusane Zaksauskas. But now I am Gobija, goddess of fire.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
You are very bold,” he said, gripping her hand. “We will see how bold you are when I rip your nails out.” “Go ahead,” she said. “I feel nothing. I am already dead.” Now Slavin’s grin became real again. Real and hungry.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
She walked past the TV, the smoky blue light illuminating the sharp planes of her face, and I saw that her eyes had the dazed, insomniac glassiness of a long-term drug user or someone who’d been abused so long that she’d ceased to feel anything at all.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
New York was still here, but it had changed in our absence. It was long after midnight, and vast walls of fog off the river shimmered along the sidewalks like the ghosts of tenements that had long ago been leveled to make way for the parking garages and office buildings. It was a spectral Manhattan, a double-exposed landscape where the past folded back over on itself in overlapping decades.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Color had flushed back through her cheeks, and the metallic brightness in her swollen eyes wasn’t entirely rational, but it was alive, watchful.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
In the end I was just a stupid rented prince in a stupid prom tuxedo and everything that had happened up until this moment had been a fairy-tale trail of bread crumbs leading through the woods of the night. That I had followed that trail blindly, reacting, responding, somehow thinking that I’d understood what was going on, only made me a bigger idiot than I thought I was before. “You must realize,”Gobi said. “Tonight was all for my sister. For her, I would have done anything.”She raised the machine pistol back in my direction. “Anything.” I swallowed. I think I nodded. “What if you’re wrong?” “I am not wrong.” “It’s a law office.” “A paragon of innocence.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
If you knew it was there, why didn’t you just take it before now?” “You would have noticed. You are a smart boy.” A lie, and we both knew it.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
And now,”she said, raising her hand for a cab, “your wish has been granted. You may go home and forget I ever existed.”A taxi swung up to the curb. “Whatever happens next is not on your conscience.” “Wait,”I said. “Gobi . . .” She leaned forward, kissing me briefly on the mouth. “Au revoir, Perry.” “Wait,”I said. But she didn’t. She climbed into the taxi. She didn’t look back.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I thought about Gobi and her sister and the way it had all come unraveled. I thought about my dad. When you’re young, you think your father can do anything. Unless he was this severely abusive person and beat you or got drunk and smashed things, you probably worshiped him. At least most of the guys I knew were like that. They might not have used those exact words, but they all have some cherished memory of something they did with their father, even if it was just a shiny, far-off moment. I remembered being eight years old and making a Pinewood Derby car for Boy Scouts. Dad had brought out a gleaming red Craftsman toolbox that I had never seen before and helped me carve the car out of a block of wood, and we sat at the kitchen table painting it silver and blue with red flames up the side. I drank Pepsi and he sipped a beer. When we finished, the car didn’t weigh enough, so we put lead weights in the bottom and sprayed lubricant on the wheels until it rolled freely from one side of the table to the other. I won third place, and he said, “I’m proud of you.” I remembered going fishing with him up in Maine, taking a little motorboat out across the foggy lake until it was too dark to see our bobbers. I remembered him teaching me how to tie a necktie on the morning of my cousin’s wedding. I remembered seeing him in the stands at my first junior high swimming tournament, standing next to my mom and cheering. I remembered waking up very early in the morning and hearing him downstairs making coffee before slipping out to work. I remembered the first time I ever heard him swear.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Listen to yourself,”Dad said. “You’re about to burst into tears. Stop this nonsense right now.” “Get your hands off me, I said!" When his hand reached for me again, I punched him in the mouth. Dad took a step back, blinking at me and touching his lip, staring at the blood that his only son had somehow drawn. He looked more startled than hurt or even angry. It was the expression of a man who’d just been informed that, effective immediately, up was down and black was white. Neither of us said a word. “Two things,”I said. “First, when I get back to school I’m joining the swim team again. Second, if you ever cheat on Mom again and I find out, I’m going to beat the living shit out of you.” Dad’s high forehead creased with the tiniest of frowns. “Are you still on that?” “You lied to us.” “You don’t know the details.” “I know I can’t trust you,”I said. “What else do I need to know?” “I don’t know, Perry. I don’t know who you are anymore.” “Yeah, well, that makes two of us.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Perry . . .”he started, and I imagined him saying, Perry and I were just having a private conversation about being responsible. I imagined him saying, Perry’s just had another one of his famous dizzy spells. I imagined him saying, Perry seems to be having some trouble discerning fantasy from reality. Instead, he said: “Perry was asking me about someone called Santamaria. Do you have any idea what that means?
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
She was completely soaked in blood. Her hair swung in red tangles around her shoulders, and her face was a gleaming mask, her eyes like hard diamonds. I am Death.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I’m not jumping. “Then you will die.” I nodded to the gaping hole on the forty-seventh floor. “How is this not dying?” Gobi gave me another nudge toward the edge and for a second I actually felt the vacuum of space itself sucking me outward. For the first time I registered the arrival of something out there, huge and loud, eclipsing the city lights. It was bigger than my father, bigger than college. It was as if the final seconds of my life had been waiting for me here this whole time and now that it had arrived I had no choice about how to meet it.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Do you always ask so many questions?” “My guidance counselor says it’s the sign of an intellectually curious mind.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Whatever happens, I hope you get everything that you want out of life. You deserve it.” “Well,”I said, turning away, “thanks.” “I mean it, Perry. What happened tonight was not easy, but it had to be done. I could not have done it without you.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Gobija wanted to test you . She likes her men to prove themselves, to know if she can trust them.” He shrugged. “You passed the test.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
You did all this for her?” “You are not the only one who loves her.” “Whoa,”I said. “Who said anything about loving her?” He glared at me as if I’d insulted his entire family ancestry. A closer look revealed that his eyes were red, his cheeks streaked and shining with long silvery-looking creases that followed the natural etchings of his face. After a second I realized that he was crying.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
So there was no bomb?” “Apparently not.” I turned and looked back at the house, amazed. Trust me.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
The only thing that didn’t seem to belong here was the hospital room itself. It would have been more appropriately suited to someone who was actually fighting for his life, or at least trying to get well. My eyes kept going back to the Post headline running in huge capital letters above the aerial photo of our house, or what had been our house, blasted to pieces and burned to the ground. Blown away.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
After what happened with Valerie “Santamaria” Statham, I had expected his stress level to go through the roof, but true to his habit of surprising everybody, he tendered his resignation and just walked away “to pursue other opportunities".
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I watched the scar starting to form on my knee. No matter how tan I got, it stayed white. Gradually, the dreams stopped. By late July, when I still hadn’t heard from Columbia, I assumed that I’d gone from the waitlist to the trash can. Didn’t bother me as much as I’d expected. I was in at Uconn and Trinity. I’d started to wonder if that was what I really wanted after all.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
It takes something special to realize that the preconceived choices and beliefs that you’ve always had aren’t necessarily the best ones for you. It’s not easy.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I put down the stack of pages and turned around to face him directly, just as he’d always taught me to do once I realized I was in for a fight.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
This world’s a funny place and it only gets funnier the longer you live in it.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I d-duh-don’t know wh-why you even b-buh -bother b-buh-because in s-six y-yuh-years y-you’re g-guh-going to be j-juh-just l-like—”“Don’t say that.”Something inside me went cold. “I’m never going to be like him.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
You should not be afraid of a little blood,” Gobi said. “Life is full of it.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
She was smiling at me again, the way she had when we’d first arrived at the prom, but now more challenging, not quite playful. “I see you, the way he talks to you. He runs your life.”Her voice dropped into a cruelly accurate imitation of my dad’s stentorian tone. “Perry, you need to work harder. This is not acceptable. You will never get into Columbia with grades like these. How will you succeed in life?”I felt my internal temperature rise past my lips, cheeks, and forehead. “That’s not true.”“He tells you to do something, you do it. You spend your whole life afraid you will somehow disappoint him. And that is no way to live.”“Look,”I said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t know me that well. I mean, maybe you’ve lived in our house for a while, but you don’t know anything about how it really is with us.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
For nine months I see things in your home, Mr. Stormaire, and I watch how you treat your son. I see that you want the best for him, but you have crushed his spirit with your expectations, and you have discouraged him with your restrictions. Family is important, but it is not immune to the indifference of a cold-hearted parent.”“I see,”my dad said. “And you’re an expert on this, are you, Gobi? On my family?”“I know that the man who does not put his family first places his own soul at peril. I have been watching and listening. And while that may not make me an expert, I would say that I know what I am speaking of.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
At first I didn’t think I’d even be able to play—I had way too much going on in my mind—but to my profound surprise, my fingers didn’t seem to care. Apparently if you wanted to rock, it didn’t matter if you had explosives in the basement, or a father with a chronic problem with keeping his dick in his pants, or a crazed ex-Blackwater employee with some religious conviction for ripping your head off. Hell, it might have helped.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
A young man’s distractions are far more potent than an old man’s memories,’he told me. He said that in the end memory is a cheat and a lie and no substitute for what he called the real stuff, the stuff of life.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
You know, my sister heard you calling somebody about buying guns one night.”“Annie is a wonderful girl,”Gobi said. “She reminds me of . . .”“Who?”She hesitated and shook her head. “No one. You are fortunate to have such a wonderful sister.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
My conscious mind absorbed what my instincts had already realized: one of the girls was Gobi; the other was so similar that she could have been her twin. I couldn’t exactly say how I knew which was which; some nuance of the smile, a subtle glint of humor that the other, more earnest girl didn’t reveal. I held the photo directly up to my eyes, looking more closely. Both girls were wearing pendants around their necks. Half-hearts. I am Death.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
You do not know me, Perry.”“No, I guess not.”“Perhaps by the end of the evening you will.”I looked at her. What was that supposed to mean? Ever since her comment about blood, I realized I’d been thinking about Sissy Spacek in Carrie, the high school loser in her homemade prom dress, drenched in pig blood, unleashing a firestorm of psychokinetic destruction on the high school gym ... The distress must have shown on my face, because for the first time ever, Gobi actually laughed. Her eyes sparkled, a bright and glinting green behind her glasses, and for an instant the light transformed her entire face—the bland, expressionless mask slipped away to reveal an actual girl underneath: feminine, uninhibited, spontaneous, and alive. It occurred to me that I might have been missing something this whole time.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I could already hear the music inside, the murmur of people, kids I’d gone to school with for the last twelve years, dressed up and pretending to be the adults we’d all eventually turn into, whether we wanted to or not.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
The faithless husband poisons his family at the roots.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I seduced my admissions officer.”“Wonderful.”“She seemed to think so.”“She?”Gobi reached over and squeezed my thigh. “Does that excite you?”“No.”“You must learn to adapt, Perry. Improvise. Go with the flow.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Gobi jammed something hard into my spine, an elbow or a dagger or the barrel of a gun, and I sat down heavily, still feeling the old man’s eyes on me. They were as brown as chestnuts, searching and soulful, with the depth of those of someone who’d lost something close to him and had never quite allowed himself to get over it.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Party guests, the very rich and their friends, had broken off into special little subcommittees of twos and threes. I saw a couple kissing on a Persian rug next to a coffee table full of red plastic cups, having reached a moment of perfect invisibility. Nobody cared that they were there. The party had reached the point at which the rules weren’t in effect anymore.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Now it was brisk and didactic, like that of an obedience instructor training an obstinant dog, and I hated him for it, the hate momentarily eclipsing all fear and reason.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
The face was bulbous and pink and hairless, utterly unremarkable, a Sunday school teacher’s face, and that was the most unsettling part of it. Although he was probably my dad’s age or older, the slack, anonymous complexion and dead eyes made it impossible to exactly pinpoint his age. He could have been a wax statue, a young actor made up to look old, or an amateurishly embalmed corpse.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Everyone warned me against continuing my investigation,”Gobi continued. “They said the people I was going up against were too powerful. I did not care. They said I would die. Again, I did not care. I knew that my life would mean nothing if I did not come back to avenge my sister’s honor. But by the time I was able to pinpoint who had taken her here, it was too late. She had died.” I tried to say something, but my throat was too dry. For a second I couldn’t even swallow. My chest felt so tight that it ached, and I thought if I didn’t say something, or at least try to, I was going to explode.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Sartre said “Hell is other people,” while Streisand sang “People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
She wasn’t invisible anymore. She’d stepped dead-bang into the spotlight, and she’d painted a big bull’s-eye on her head.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
She shook her head, gazing at me with a mixture of exasperation and annoyance. “I understand now why you never have a girlfriend, Perry.”“What? I’ve had a girlfriend! What’s that got to do with anything?”“You do not know how to listen to a woman
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Teardrop Tattoo locked eyes with me, and I saw my own death reflected there. It was not heroic or meaningful or even particularly interesting, just bloody, painful, awkward, and agonizing.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
She leaned up and kissed me. Her mouth tasted like lipstick, blood, and gunpowder. It was also the softest thing that I’d ever felt, and in spite of the pain I felt my mouth opening so that my tongue could flick out to taste hers. The heat came off her face like a furnace. Our tongues moved around each other’s, swirling and dueling. Finally she broke the kiss. It was like surfacing after a long, intoxicating dive through a sea of Red Bull. “What was that for?”I managed. “I am beginning to like you, Perry.”I shivered out a breath. “You’ve got a kooky way of showing it.”“Have you ever felt more alive?”“Once or twice, yes.”Gobi was still looking at me, lips half parted, eyes searching the depths of whatever was inside me. She looked lost and young and totally uncontrolled, a reflection of how I felt now, in a place that I’d never been before, somewhere that nobody would ever think to look for me. I had the sudden, ridiculous, absolutely compelling vision of chucking everything—school, music, my family and friends—and running away with her, away from the rest of the world. I figured we’d last about a week. “Are you all right?”she asked. “My head hurts.”“Is the lipstick,”she smiled. “There is a mind-control drug in it. You are now completely under my power ... By dawn you will be mine.”“Just promise me you won’t hurt my family.”She went serious. “Families get hurt, Perry. There are no guarantees this side of the grave.”“You’re a real bitch, you know that?”“I never denied it.”I swung at her. She caught my fist. “Too slow.”I let myself tilt forward just enough for our foreheads to touch, then reached for her neck and put my fingers on the scar, tracing the thin curve of raised tissue. “What happened there?”Her gaze shifted away. “A painful memory.”“Like what, getting your throat cut and coming back from the grave?”Gobi straightened up. The mood didn’t just break—it shattered into a million sharp and spiky pieces that lay all over the sidewalk like dragon’s teeth. Then she shuddered and fell still. “Gobi?”She leaned forward again, and I caught her. For a moment we just stood there together in front of the dive bar, and when I felt her legs starting to give way, I lowered her back down the front steps.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
It was impossible to tell what was going through her mind, but she seemed more weirdly here, alive and in her element, than she’d ever been while trudging the halls of Upper Thayer with her books under her arms, or sitting at our dining room table.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I need to fix my makeup.”I realized she probably just wanted a chance to compose herself. Maybe she just wanted to slip away completely. After what just happened, I couldn’t blame her. Hell, maybe I’d get lucky and we could end this whole thing now.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I would simply crush his windpipe so he could say no more offensive things to women.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
My voice felt dead, even to me, like somebody talking in his sleep.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Keeping the gun pointed at her, I flipped the safety off. All at once I could hear the noise of the city, the traffic pulsing on the expressway, the subways roaring under the sidewalks, millions of people out talking and driving around, living their lives. I smelled coffee and cigarettes and perfume and wet trees, tasted it in the air. It was all incredibly alive, like my heart and lungs working on overload, resonating in my chest and pounding through my skull.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
What is the matter, Perry? Do you feel exploited.?”“I liked you better when you were this geeky quiet exchange student.”“Well, perhaps I liked you better when you just shut your mouth and stared at my chest,”she said, “but we cannot always get what we want in this world.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Damn it, talk to me. Who are you?”Now she looked back at me, her green eyes full and hard and very bright. “I am Death.”I felt an inward shudder pass over me, a reflexive tremor of dread. The first time I tried to speak, my throat was too dry and I had to swallow twice just to get enough moisture to form words. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“You are in no position to question me, Perry.”Her voice was brittle. “You must think of your family.”“Believe me, I am.”“Then for now at least, you will do as I say.”I thought about my little sister, alone in the house and frightened, and the two men with cropped military haircuts, how they had come after us downtown, and my fear crackled up into a sharp orange flame of fury. “You should never have brought my family into this. You had no right to do that.”“I did what was necessary.”“Putting Annie’s life in danger? How does that help the plan?”“It was an insurance policy, nothing more. Everything else is just a cover.”“What about when we were dancing?”I said. “Was that just part of the cover too?”She turned back to the window, the lights of the city playing across our faces as the cab cut through the night. “Gobi.”But she didn’t look over again.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
It is safer with me.”“Forget it,”I said. “I’m still not going in.”“Then you are being very stupid.”“I got twenty-two hundred on my SATs,”I said. “How stupid is that?”“Stupid enough not to realize when someone cares about you.”“Meaning what, exactly?”She looked at me. “What do you think it means?
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Courage has been described as “grace under pressure".
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Men are swine.”“Not all of us
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
You should consider traveling, spending some time seeing the world. It’s best when you’re young.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
I got the sense that she was wired into the night itself, aware of every fluctuation of electricity and sound, the reflections in glass and steel.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
Maybe not to you, but it matters to me.”“That is not what I mean.”She turned to face me. “I saw you with your father at that club. All he has to do is tell you to stop, and just like that you give up your dreams, like poof, like they were nothing.”“We were good up there.”Gobi smiled at me. She had the strangest way of doing that at odd moments. “You were better than good, Perry. You were great.”“Thanks.”“It is just a pity that you cannot stand up for what you love.”“What, like killing people for money?”Gobi stiffened. A flat, dispassionate mask clamped over her face, and her voice went flat.
Joe Schreiber (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (Perry & Gobi, #1))
We believe that for this diabolical discovery to take its place in the armament of the nations of Europe, at a time when jealousies and fears and the rumours of wars are again lifting their heads, would be a refinement of ‘civilisation’ which the world could well be spared. You may say that the exclusive possession of this invention would confirm Great Britain in an unassailable supremacy, and perhaps thereby secure the peace of Europe. We answer that no secret can be kept for ever. The sword is two-edged. And, as Vargan answered me by saying, ‘Science is international’ – so I answer you by saying that humanity is also international. We are content to be judged by the verdict of history, when all the facts are made known. But in accomplishing what we have accomplished, we have put you in the way of learning our identities; and that, as you will see, must be an almost fatal blow to such an organisation as mine. Nevertheless, I believe that in time I shall find a way for us to continue the work that we have set ourselves to do. We regret nothing that we have already done. Our only regret is that we should be scattered before we have had time to do more. Yet we believe that we have done much good, and that this last crime of ours is the best of all. Au revoir! Simon Templar (‘The Saint’).
Leslie Charteris (The Saint Closes the Case)
SAYONARA FOR NOW Sayonara for now Though it's been a short while Maybe we will meet again somehow Spelling off all the nasty vile Adieu for now The forlorn April has been stupendous Maybe our role in your life's play ends with a bow Arigatu for teaching someone like us ignoramus Au revoir for now Your influence shall be in our memories now Maybe we won't ever forget thou Hopefully, we will fullfill that vow anyhow
Dishebh Bhayana
Le plus terrifiant dans la mort, ce n’est pas l’incertitude, c’est de savoir qu’on disparaît aux yeux du monde. Alors, permets-moi d’exister aux tiens : ne m’oublie pas. Malgré toutes tes existences passées et tes vies futures, malgré les aléas de tes incroyables aventures, de ton passé tragique et de ton avenir secret, de tes tribulations entre ici et là-bas, malgré tous les destins croisés et les personnalités qui auront marquées ton quotidien, rappelle-toi de la fillette que tu fascinais tant et de la femme qui a été ton alliée, ta confidente et ton amie durant ces derniers jours.
Cameron Valciano (Tant que vole la poussière)
—Madame, répliqua le comte en lui prenant les deux mains, tout ce que vous me diriez ne vaudra jamais ce que je lis dans vos yeux, ce que votre cœur a pensé, ce que le mien a ressenti. Comme les bienfaiteurs de roman, j'eusse dû partir sans vous revoir; mais cette vertu était au-dessus de mes forces, parce que je suis un homme faible et vaniteux, parce que le regard humide, joyeux et tendre de mes semblables me fait du bien. Maintenant je pars, et je pousse l'égoïsme jusqu'à vous dire: Ne m'oubliez pas, mes amis, car probablement vous ne me reverrez jamais.
Alexandre Dumas (Le Comte de Monte-Cristo)
I must not allow myself to dwell on the personal – there is no room for it here. Also it is demoralising. But I do not want to die. Not that I mind for myself. If it be that I am to go, I am ready. But the thought that I may never see you or our darling baby again turns my bowels to water. I cannot think of it with even the semblance of equanimity. My one consolation is the happiness that has been ours. Also my conscience is clear that I have always tried to make life a joy to you. I know at least that if I go you will not want. That is something. But it is the thought that we may be cut off from one another which is so terrible and that our babe may grow up without my knowing her and without her knowing me. It is difficult to face. And I know your life without me would be a dull blank. Yet you must never let it become wholly so. For to you will be left the greatest charge in all the world: the upbringing of our baby. God bless that child, she is the hope of life to me. My darling, au revoir. It may well be that you will only have to read these lines as ones of passing interest. On the other hand, they may well be my last message to you. If they are, know through all your life that I loved you and baby with all my heart and soul, that you two sweet things were just all the world to me. I pray God I may do my duty, for I know, whatever that may entail, you would not have it otherwise.17 Captain Charles May, 22nd Manchester Regiment
Peter Hart (The Great War: A Combat History of the First World War)
As he forced himself to retreat from the world of his sketch, Elijah realized the boys were trying to start a squabble over some lower order of card—a three? “I-unts” became increasingly vocal, interspersed with “It’s not your turn,” until Elijah had to set his drawing aside and scoop William up in his arms. “What you want,” he informed the child, “is a stout tickling.” He scratched lightly at the boy’s round tummy, provoking peals of merriment. William’s laughter, surprisingly hearty coming from so small a body, sounded to Elijah exactly as Prudholm’s had when that worthy was still small enough to tease and tickle like this. “Elijah…” Jenny’s tone bore patience and a warning. Don’t get the little ones all wound up, Elijah. You’re the oldest, and they look to you for an example of proper decorum. He lifted the happy little fellow up over his head and slowly lowered him. “Enough, my lad. Time to go with nurse and have some bread and jam. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Or maybe some of your mama’s delicious stollen. Mmmm.” “I want some of Mama’s Christmas bread too,” Kit announced. “Come along, Aunt Jen. We’ll share.” Elijah stood, passed Sweet William off to his nurse, and took Aunt Jen by the hand. “I’m sure your aunt longs to accompany you, Kit, but she must stay here and help me clean up this awful mess.” Kit’s gaze darted to the scattering of cards on the rug. To a small child, a deck held thousands of cards, none of which little hands found easy to stack. Such a pity, that. “I’ll save you a piece of stollen, Aunt Jen.” Kit took his nurse’s hand and towed her toward the door. “’Bye, Aunt, ’bye, Mr. Harrison.” “Au revoir,” Elijah murmured.
Grace Burrowes (Lady Jenny's Christmas Portrait (The Duke's Daughters, #5; Windham, #8))
2012 Continuation of Andy’s Email   I must admit, our renewed friendship is a healing process for me. Reading A Harem Boy’s Saga blog brought back enchanted memories I had since banished to the recesses of my mind. Here, I am re-living the halcyon days through the pages of your provocative writing, revisiting the many exotic places and re-experiencing the numerous erotic adventures (through your tantalizingly enhanced photographic images) we once shared. They brought back many cherished moments I wished would never end. Although I do not think our E.R.O.S. and Middle Eastern experiences unique, many will consider them unconventional. But I found myself privileged to be chosen for such a momentous mission, to care for your wellbeing and to love you as myself. I would do it all again if unlikely circumstances were to present themselves. I will definitely choose wisely and will not live to regret my decision again. Until we correspond again, I bid you au revoir, and take excellent care of your handsome self.☺   Yours truly, Andy
Young (Turpitude (A Harem Boy's Saga Book 4))
In the imaginative movement which prompts the impulse to draw repeats implicitly the same pattern...there is a symbiotic desire to get closer and closer, to enter the self of what is being drawn, and, simultaneously, there is the foreknowledge of immanent distance. Such drawings aspire to be both a secret rendezvous and a au-revoir! Alternately and at infinitum.
John Berger (Bento's Sketchbook)
2014 Andy’s message continues   You know, Young, before you came along, the other students I chaperoned were mere duties to me. Life with them was much simpler. When you came into the picture, it became more difficult for me to separate the sex act and the intimate relationship we shared. I would often end up at an emotional crossroads when you were summoned to perform sexual duties. No matter how I told myself that you were merely performing a sexual favour and that love doesn’t enter into that equation, an acrid taste plagued me, even when I busied myself with passionate projects while waiting for you to complete your tasks. These negativities ate at my core, challenging my sanity and begging me to snatch you away from the sexual situations. A part of me wanted to possess you rather than permit you to come into your own. Yet as soon as I saw you, happy and bouncing into view, my levelheadedness and sound judgement would return. Once again, I could wrap you in my arms and surround you with my love. Although I may have seemed composed, those were indeed trying times. I had to restrain my irrationality so I wouldn’t jeopardise our E.R.O.S. statuses. Like you, I was also pushing the green-eyed monster back into its abysmal lair. Reflecting on those experiences, I’m surprised I managed to constrain myself. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m grateful for my Bahriji training and E.R.O.S. experiences – without them, I would not have been as strong or resilient. I remember Eric Hoffer, the American moral and social philosopher, who wrote, “Many of the insights of the saint stem from his experience as a sinner.” Though I don’t consider E.R.O.S. recruits and members sinners, I think our experiences were, in a way, saintly – were they not?               Well, young one (you will always be my ‘young one’), I’ll message you again. For now I bid you au revoir mon ami. I’ll be in touch.               Love,               Andy
Young (Turpitude (A Harem Boy's Saga Book 4))
Je pleure des larmes sèches, se dit-il, je suis un homme sec. Il aurait voulu disparaître, lui aussi. Pour la première fois de sa vie, il préférait quelqu'un d'autre à lui-même.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
—¿Qué me estás proponiendo? —Un retrato del mundo industrial en el Tercer Mundo —dijo Fate—, un aide-mémoire de la situación actual de México, una panorámica de la frontera, un relato policial de primera magnitud, joder. —¿Un aide-mémoire? —dijo el jefe de sección—. ¿Eso es francés, negro? ¿Desde cuándo sabes tú francés? —No sé francés —dijo Fate—, pero sé lo que es un jodido aide-mémoire. —Yo también sé lo que es un puto aide-mémoire —dijo el jefe de sección—, y también sé lo que significa merci y au revoir y faire l’amour. Lo mismo que coucher avec moi, ¿recuerdas esa canción?, voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Y creo que tú, negro, quieres coucher avec moi, pero sin decir antes voulez-vous, que en este caso es primordial. ¿Lo has entendido? Tienes que decir voulez-vous y si no lo dices te jodes.
Roberto Bolaño (2666)
véritable danger pour le militaire, ce n’est pas l’ennemi, mais la hiérarchie.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
Les au revoir font encore plus de mal quand l'autre est déjà parti.
Angie Thomas (The Hate U Give (The Hate U Give, #1))
The future treaty which you are discussing has no chance of being agreed; if it was agreed it has no chance of being ratified; and if it were ratified, it would have no chance of being applied. And if it was applied, it would be totally unacceptable to Britain. You speak of agriculture which we don’t like, of power over customs, which we take exception to, and institutions, which frighten us. Monsieur le president, messieurs, au revoir et bonne chance.6
Fintan O'Toole (Heroic Failure: Brexit and the Politics of Pain)
It must happen all the time. All around the world, every day, in every country, people must say a cheery goodbye or au revoir or auf wiedersehen to a loved one, with no inkling that it was the last time they would be able to do so. It was probably a good thing; if we knew how close disaster was, if we worried that each goodbye would be the last, we would never do anything. We'd be paralysed by fear.
Alex Lake (After Anna)
Un nouveau résident pour mon cimetière. Un homme de cinquante-cinq ans, mort d’avoir trop fumé. Enfin, ça, c’est qu’ont dit les médecins. Ils ne disent jamais qu’un homme de cinquante-cinq ans peut mourir de ne pas avoir été aimé, de ne pas avoir été entendu, d’avoir reçu trop de factures, d’avoir contracté trop de crédits à la consommation, d’avoir vu ses enfants grandir et puis partir, sans vraiment dire au revoir. Une vie de reproches, une vie de grimaces. Alors sa petite clope et son petit canon pour noyer la boule au ventre, il les aimait bien. On ne dit jamais qu’on peut mourir d’en avoir eu trop souvent marre.
Valérie Perrin (Fresh Water for Flowers)
Simon aurait détesté revoir Paris à 18 h 07. On a ses heures noires. Simon c’était six heures du soir.
Christian Gailly (Un soir au club)
La fenêtre est ouverte et la brise de juin agite doucement l'ourlet des rideaux de dentelle. Une légère odeur de marée flotte dans l'air. Je sens le sable du rivage entre mes doigts. Je m'éloigne de la table, m'approche d'Oshima et le serre fort contre moi. Le contact de son corps mince éveille déjà en moi une terrible nostalgie. Il me caresse doucement les cheveux. - Le monde est une métaphore, Kafka Tamura, dit-il à mon oreille. Mais pour toi et moi, seule cette bibliothèque n'est pas une métaphore. Aussi loin qu'on aille ... elle reste tout simplement cette bibliothèque. - Naturellement, dis-je. - C'est une bibliothèque unique, speciale et tres solide. Rien d'autre ne peut prendre sa place. Je hoche la tête. - Au revoir, Kafka Tamura. - Au revoir, Oshima-san. Vous avez une belle cravate, vous savez. Il s'écarte de moi, me regarde bien en face en souriant. - Je me demandais si tu allais m'en faire la remarque.
Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
Labourdin concoctait des phrases avec des syllabes, rarement avec des idées.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
Elle les avait démasqués de loin, les petits ambitieux qui la trouvait banale vue de face, mais très jolie vue de dot.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
Le pays tout entier était saisi d'une fureur commémorative en faveur des morts, proportionnelle à sa répulsion vis-à-vis des survivants.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)
Même les grandes joies vous laissent un peu de regret, il y a un fond de manque dans tout ce qu'on vit.
Pierre Lemaitre (Au revoir là-haut)