Burial Rites Agnes Quotes

They will see the whore, the madwoman, the murderess, the female dripping blood into the grass and laughing with her mouth choked with dirt. They will say “Agnes” and see the spider, the witch caught in the webbing of her own fateful weaving. They might see the lamb circled by ravens, bleating for a lost mother. But they will not see me. I will not be there.

They will say ‘Agnes’ and see the spider, the witch caught in the webbing of her own fateful weaving. They might see the lamb circled by ravens, bleating for a lost mother. But they will not see me. I will not be there.

What’s the name for the space between stars?” “No such name.” “Make one up.” I thought about it. “The soul asylum.” “That's another way of saying heaven, Agnes.

Agnes: "I have a question for you, speaking of truth. You say God speaks the truth." Tóti: "Yes." Agnes: "And God said: 'Thou shalt not kill.' Tóti: "Yes. Tóti said carefully." Agnes: "Then Blondal and the rest are going against God. They're hypocrites. They say they are carrying out God's law but they are only doing the will of men.

I will hold what I am inside, and keep my hands tight around all the things I have seen and heard, and felt. The poems composed as I washed and scythed and cooked until my hands were raw. The sagas I know by heart. I am sinking all I have left and going underwater. If I speak, it will be in bubbles of air. They will not be able to keep my words for themselves. They will see the whore, the madwoman, the murderess, the female dripping blood into the grass and laughing with her mouth choked with dirt. They will say ‘Agnes’ and see the spider, the witch caught in the webbing of her own fateful weaving. They might see the lamb circled by ravens, bleating for a lost mother. But they will not see me. I will not be there.

I could have been a pauper; I could have been their servant, until those words! They anchor me to a memory that snatches the breath out of me. They are the magic words, the curse that turns me into a monster, and now I am Agnes of Illugastadir, Agnes of the fire, Agnes of the dead bodies with the blood, not burnt, still clinging to the clothes I made for him.

He turned his head, ice crystals caught in his hair. “Agnes. Don’t pretend you disagree. This is all there is and you know it. Life, here, in our veins. There is the snow, and the sky, and the stars and the things they tell us, and that’s all. Everyone else—they’re blind. They don’t know if they’re living or dead.

Agnes. Don't pretend you disagree. This is all there is and you know it. Life, here, in our veins. There is the snow, and the sky, and the stars and the things they tell us, and that's all.

Agnes. Don't pretend you disagree. This is all there is and you know it. Life, here, in our veins. There is the snow, and the sky, and the stars and they things they tell us, and that's all.

—Tóti —dijo con voz llena de pánico—. Tóti, me parece que no estoy preparada. No creo que puedan hacerlo ahora. ¿Puedes decirles que esperen? Tienen que esperar. Tóti acercó a Agnes hacia sí y le apretó la mano. —No te voy a soltar, Agnes. Dios está en todas partes. No te voy a soltar nunca. Agnes miró el cielo mudo. El ruido repentino del primer hachazo resonó en todo el valle.

—Tóti —dijo con voz llena de pánico—. Tóti, me parece que no estoy preparada. No creo que puedan hacerlo ahora. ¿Puedes decirles que esperen? Tienen que esperar. Tóti acercó a Agnes hacia sí y le apretó la mano. —No te voy a soltar, Agnes. Dios está en todas partes. No te voy a soltar nunca. Agnes miró el cielo mudo. El ruido repentino del primer hachazo resonó en todo el valle.

Margrét me busca, me coge de la mano, me aprieta los dedos tan fuerte que me duele, me duele. —No eres un monstruo —dice. Tiene la cara roja y se muerde el labio, se lo muerde con fuerza. Sus dedos, entrelazados con los míos, son calientes y grasientos. —Me van a matar. ¿Quién ha dicho eso? ¿He sido yo? —Nosotros te recordaremos, Agnes. Me aprieta los dedos con más fuerza hasta que casi lloro de dolor y empiezo a llorar. No quiero ser recordada, ¡quiero seguir aquí!

Do you know what it means, to have a hollow palm? It means there is something secretive about us. This empty space can be filled with bad luck if we're not careful. If we expose the hollow to the world and all its darkness, all its misfortune." "But how can one help the shape of one's hand?" I was laughing. By covering it with another's, Agnes.

Hai il palmo cavo. Come il mio, senti, è vuoto. Sai cosa significa, avere il palmo cavo? Significa che siamo creature misteriose, noi due. Lo spazio vuoto può riempirsi di cattiva sorte, se non stiamo attenti, se esponiamo lo spazio vuoto al mondo e a tutta la sua oscurità, a tutte le sue disgrazie." "Ma come si rimedia alla forma della propria mano?" "Coprendola con la mano di un altro, Agnes." Il peso delle sue dita sulle mie, come un uccello posato su un ramo. E' stato il fiammifero caduto. Non ho capito di essere circondata da sterpi finché non li ho sentiti divampare in un incendio.

«Come si chiama lo spazio tra una stella e l’altra?» «Non ha nome.» «Inventatene uno.» Ci ho riflettuto. «Il rifugio delle anime.» «Quello è un sinonimo di paradiso, Agnes.»

Tu, Agnes Magnusdottir, sei stata giudicata complice di omicidio. Tu, Agnes Magnusdottir, sei stata giudicata colpevole di incendio e di omicidio premeditato. Tu, Agnes Magnusdottir, sei stata condannata a morte. Tu, Agnes. Agnes. Ma non sanno chi sono. Io resto muta. Determinata a chiudermi al mondo, a serrare il mio cuore e a tenere stretto quel poco di me che non hanno ancora rubato. Non posso perdere tutta me stessa. Mi aggrapperò a chi sono dentro e stringerò le mani attorno a tutto ciò che ho visto e udito, e provato. Le poesie composte mentre lavavo, falciavo e cucinavo fino a scorticarmi le mani. Le saghe che conosco a memoria. Seppellirò tutto quel che mi rimane per immergermi negli abissi. Se parlerò, saranno solo bolle d'aria. Non riusciranno a carpire le mie parole. Vedranno la sgualdrina, la pazza, l'assassina, la femmina che gronda sangue sull'erba e ride con la bocca piena di terra. Diranno , e vedranno il ragno, la strega rimasta impigliata nella sua stessa ragnatela. Potrebbero vedere l'agnello circondato dai corvi, che bela per invocare la madre perduta. Ma non vedranno me. Perché io non ci sarò.