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lillyli-74 · 6 months
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The past beats inside me like a second heart.
~John Banville
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seemoreandmore · 9 months
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Memory is imagination, and imagination is memory. I don’t think we remember the past, we imagine it. We take a few props with us into the future, and out of those props we make a model, some stage set, and that’s our version of the past. Of course models decay, and they change. And so we’re constantly reshaping the past. Because the past is us. The past is our foundation. - John Banville
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letsswaytogether · 3 months
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"The past beats inside me like a second heart."
—John Banville, from The Sea (Vintage International, 2006)
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soracities · 2 years
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Happiness was different in childhood. It was so much then a matter simply of accumulation, of taking things—new experiences, new emotions—and applying them like so many polished tiles to what would someday be the marvellously finished pavilion of the self. And incredulity, that too was a large part of being happy, I mean that euphoric inability fully to believe one's simple luck.
John Banville, The Sea
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dk-thrive · 1 month
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The past beats inside me like a second heart.
— John Banville, from The Sea (Vintage International, 2006)
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thebluesthour · 2 years
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Truly a sumptuous autumn day, all Byzantine coppers and golds under a Tiepolo sky of enamelled blue, the countryside all fixed and glassy, seeming not so much itself as its own reflection in the still surface of a lake.
John Banville, The Sea
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shyjusticewarrior · 8 months
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DC Comics Incorrect Quotes Pt 133
Jason: The past beats inside me like a second heart.
Tim: I'm afraid that if I let someone else take care of me that I'm not really me anymore.
Tim: I always figured I'd go out saving somebody.
Jason: Hey, nobody gets to choose how it happens. The most important thing is that we're here together.
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cocosse · 7 months
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“The secret of survival is a defective imagination.”
John Banville, The Infinities, 2009
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heimonas · 1 year
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end of beginning, djo / the sea, john banville / homesick, ashley wade parker / @catilinas / the return of the exile, george seferis (tr. edmund keeley) / akira asakura / blood and soil, jason schneiderman / the city, c. p. cavafy / @raeiyyn / alexander ladanivskyy
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Beef E07 (I Am a Cage)
Book title: A Death in Summer (2011) by Benjamin Black
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poemaseletras · 2 years
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O passado bate dentro de mim como um segundo coração.
John Banville
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llovelymoonn · 2 years
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I love your account. Could I request a webweave for homesickness/feeling like a lost soul. Thank you
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john banville the sea \\ manuela karin knaut you could do better \\ dorianna laux smoke: "heart" \\ nicole hoeft energy [no. 1] \\ miriam adeney (via @saccharineguilt)
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seemoreandmore · 10 months
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Happiness was different in childhood. It was so much then a matter simply of accumulation, of taking things--new experiences, new emotions--and applying them like so many polished tiles to what would someday be the marvellously finished pavilion of the self. And incredulity, that too was a large part of being happy, I mean that euphoric inability fully to believe one's simple luck. - John Banville
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litandlifequotes · 25 days
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The past beats inside me like a second heart.
The Sea by John Banville
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soracities · 2 years
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Down here, by the sea, there is a special quality to the silence at night [...] It is dense and at the same time hollow...it is like the silence that I knew in the sickrooms of my childhood, when I would lie in a fever, cocooned under a hot, moist mound of blankets, with the emptiness squeezing on my eardrums like the air in a bathysphere. Sickness in those days was a special place, a place apart, where no one else could enter [...] It is a place like the place where I feel that I am now, miles from anywhere and anyone.
John Banville, The Sea
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dk-thrive · 6 months
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The delights are dolphin-like, the mighty talent rising again and showing his back above the elements
Despite occasional asperities, his generosity and enthusiasm for the work of others are remarkable. Here he is writing in 2006 to Ted Hughes’s widow, Carol, about the poet’s posthumous Selected Translations – and note the beautifully sustained oceanic metaphor: “The delights are dolphin-like, the mighty talent rising again and showing his back above the elements … I got [the book] and swam in and out of the different coves and caves, safe havens (few) and strange strands. A strong sense of being lifted on the tide of it all.
— John Banville, from "The Letters of Seamus Heaney review— amazing grace" (The Guardian, Nov 8 2023)
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