Guus Kuijer Quotes

Happy," said Thomas. "When I grow up, I am going to be happy." Mrs. van Amersfoort was about to pull a book from the shelf, but turned in surprise. She looked at Thomas with a smile and said, "That is a damn good idea. And do you know how happiness begins? It begins with no longer being afraid.

Sunday is the only day you have to push like a handcart,’ Thomas wrote in The Book Of Everything. ’ The other days roll down the bridge by themselves.

The angels in heaven covered their eyes with their hands and sobbed loudly, because that is what they always do when a man hits his wife. A profound sadness settled over the earth...God was silent in every language. The angels tried to dry their tears, but their handkerchiefs were so soaked through that is started raining even in the deserts.

Thomas loved words, particularly if he didn’t understand them.

He looked out of the window to think, because without a window he couldn’t think. Or maybe it was the other way around: When there was a window, he automatically started to think. Then he wrote, “When I grow up, I am going to be happy.

Father was afraid of laughter and joy. He was particularly afraid of ridicule. He was afraid that someone would say that humans are descended from apes. Or that the earth is much older than four thousand years. Or that someone would ask where Noah go his polar bears from. Or that someone would swear. Father was terrified.

Soms valt het woord als een sneeuwvlok, Soms valt het woord als een steen, Zodat iedereen zegt: stil, daar valt een woord.

— Привет, Томас, — сказала мама. Она подставила ему щеку, но Томас сказал: — Другую щеку, мам. — Почему? — спросила она. — Потому что, — сказал Томас. Он заметил, что она покраснела. И повернула к нему правую щеку. Он поцеловал ее. Это была та щека, по которой ударили.

Hebben de goden ons geen verstand gegeven om mee te denken en te oordelen?

Ik zou het op prijs stellen wanneer u deze namen uit uw hoofd leerde opzeggen, ook in omgekeerde volgorde.

Tal vez así mueren los poetas: cuando las palabras se agotan.

Het Grote Gelijk van het volk kent geen genade.