Kairos Jenny Erpenbeck Quotes

Coca-Cola has succeeded, where Marxist philosophy has failed, at uniting the proletarians of all nations under its banner.

Strange, she thinks, all these years a little bit of my life has gone on existing in this stranger’s head. And now he’s given it back to me.

Kairos, the god of fortunate moments, is supposed to have a lock of hair on his forehead, which is the only way of grasping hold of him. Because once the god has slipped past on his winged feet, the back of his head is sleek and hairless, nowhere to grab hold of.

Y de pronto su amor era tan grande como solo lo puede ser el amor hacia algo que amenaza con perderse.

What will history’s verdict be about our time?

With her eyes, which in this other half of the city are a stranger’s eyes, she sees how every conceivable need is catered for by some product or other in the shops, the freedom to consume seems like an India rubber wall to her, separating people from any yearnings that might transcend their personal and momentary wishes. Is she about to be another customer?

En los museos, piensa, solo se expone aquello que ya no encuentra asilo en la realidad.

No hay trabajo práctico más hermoso que aquel cuyo significado trasciende la acción.

Discipline must be at least as powerful as the desire to lose it.

What will history’s verdict be about our time?" ~ Jenny Erpenbeck, Kairos Yearning like a man yearns for fire in cold winter nights, I have given in to a primal need within me to possess a copy of the book 'Kairos.

Hij heeft haar voorzien van alles waarbij hij zich thuis voelt. Bach, Beethoven, Brecht, Busch, Chopin, Eisler, Giotto, Goy, Grünewald, Hacks, Kafka, Lenin, Thomas Mann, Marx, Mozart, Neher, Steinberg, Verdi, Robert Walser. In alfabetische volgorde. Orde is angst voor wanorde. Dus angst.

She would like a shallow life, swift and shallow, till some day she can start again. Get through her time fast until then. And when will that be? Then.

He is old enough to know how the end likes to set its roots first imperceptibly, then ever more boldly, in the present

Did you know that there was a belief among the ancient Greeks that at night the sun wandered from West to East under the earth, from one side to the other, right across the underworld, before surfacing the next morning? No, Katharina hadn’t known that either, and she imagines a dull, yellowish light slipping through clumps of soil, unremarked and unappreciated by anyone

Nemoguće je biti iskren, a nemati slobodu reći: ne.

What will history’s verdict be about our time?" ~ Jenny Erpenbeck, Kairos Yearning like a man yearns for fire on cold winter nights, I have given in to a primal need within me to possess a copy of the book 'Kairos.