Tex Se Hinton Quotes

Some people go, some people stay. I'm staying.

All my life I wanted somebody who knew more than I did to tell me the truth.

Mace, you never read Smoky the Cowhorse,did you? No. Well,ol' Smoky, he had somebad things happen to him,had the heart knocked clean out of him.But he hung on and came out of it okay.I've been bashed up pretty good,Mason, but I'm going to make it.

Man, I didnt know anything like that was going to happen! Honest, Tex, he was on something. Holy cow! I really kid, I been doing this stuff for a year now and I never saw nobody pull a gun before! God Almighty! What if he hadnt missed!' -- Lem 'He didn't.' -- Tex 'What?' -- Lem 'I said he didn't miss. He shot me and it hurts like hell.' -- Tex

Well, you're real brave, real stupid, or real lucky.

In the daytime you aren't afraid of anything.

Love ought to be a real simple thing. Animals don't complicate it, but with humans it gets so mixed up it's hard to know what you feel, much less how to say it.

I remembered what Jamie had said, that love doesn't solve anything. Maybe. But it helps.

Mace,' I said struck by a thought, 'did you ever think that all those people in those cars have a whole separate story to them, that it's just as important to them as our stuff is to us, and we don't know anything about it. Maybe sometime we'll run across somebody and two years ago they were driving past us on the highway and we never knew it. Like sometimes we meet people and bump off of them and never see them again and we never know why paths cross.

Uh, Miss Carlson," I said, standing at her desk after everybody else had gone on to their next class, "somebody told me you went to that guy's funeral the one the highway patrol shot." "Yes," SHe said. "I did." She didn't look like she was mad at me about it. She had real long eyelashes. I bet she was good-looking when she was young. "Was he a relative or something?" That was what I was afraid of. "No. Not even a friend really." She paused, like she was hunting for the right words. Finally she said, "I read a book once that ended with the words 'the incommunicable past' You can only share the past with someone who's shared it with you. So I can't explain to you what Mark was to me, exactly. I knew him a long time ago.

os livros, através das histórias e da ficção, podem ser uma forma de recuperarmos algum espaço. Quando eu tinha 11 anos, sem amigos e com dificuldades de integração na escola, li Os Marginais, Tempos de Juventude e Tex, todos de S. E. Hinton, e subitamente voltei a ter amigos. Os livros que a autora escrevera eram meus amigos. As personagens que ela criara eram minhas amigas. E eram amigos a sério, pois ajudaram-me, tal como, noutras alturas, fui ajudado pelos meus amigos Ursinho Pooh, Scout Finch, Pip ou pela Cécile, de Bonjour Tristesse. As histórias em que eles habitavam eram lugares onde eu me podia esconder e sentir--me em segurança. Os mundos da ficção são essenciais neste planeta que pode tornar-se excessivo, neste planeta em que estamos a ficar sem espaço mental. Esses mundos podem funcionar como um escape à realidade, sim, mas não como escapatória à verdade. É precisamente o contrário. Eu costumava ter dificuldades em integrar-me no mundo “real”. Os códigos que tínhamos de seguir. As mentiras que tínhamos de dizer. Os risos que tínhamos de fingir. Mas eu não sentia que a ficção fosse uma fuga a essas verdades; era uma espécie de porta de entrada nessa realidade. Mesmo que a verdade do livro estivesse repleta de monstros ou ursos falantes, o certo é que havia ali sempre algum tipo de verdade. Uma verdade capaz de manter a nossa sanidade ou, pelo menos, de nos manter na nossa pele. No meu caso, ler nunca foi uma atividade antissocial. Bem pelo contrário, era profundamente social. Ficar intimamente ligado à imaginação de outro ser humano era o tipo de socialização mais profunda que podia existir. Ler era uma forma de me ligar a algo, sem necessidade de passar pelos inúmeros filtros que, geralmente, a sociedade impõe. Muitas vezes, dá-se importância à leitura devido ao valor social. A leitura está associada à educação, à economia, e por aí fora. Mas isso é passar ao lado do verdadeiro sentido da leitura. Ler não é importante por nos ajudar a arranjar um emprego. É importante por nos dar um espaço em que podemos existir para lá da nossa vida real. É a forma de os seres humanos se juntarem. De as mentes se ligarem umas às outras. É a forma dos sonhos, da empatia, da compreensão, do escape. A leitura é amor em ação.

Books might be one way to recover some space. Stories. Fiction. When I was eleven, friendless, struggling to fit in at school, I read The outsiders and Rumble Fish and Tex by S.E. Hinton, and I suddenly had friends again. Her books were friends.. And the stories they inhabited could be places I could hide inside. And feel safe. In a world that can get too much, a world where we are running out of mind space, fictional worlds are essential. They can be an escape from reality.