I always loved twilight: it was the only time of day I had the feeling that something important could happen. All things were more beautiful bathed in twilight, all streets, all squares, and all the people walking through them; I even had the feeling that I was a handsome young man, and I liked looking at myself in the mirror, watching myself in the shop windows as I strode along, and even when I touched my face, I felt no wrinkles at my mouth or forehead.
I was always lucky in my bad luck. - Bohumil Hrabal
I was always lucky in my bad luck.
- Bohumil Hrabal
I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know. - Bohumil Hrabal
I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.
And so everything I see in this world, it all moves backward and forward at the same time, like a black-smith's bellows, like everything in my press,… - Bohumil Hrabal
And so everything I see in this world, it all moves backward and forward at the same time, like a black-smith's bellows, like everything in my press,…
Today's Gypsies, who have lived in Prague for only two generations, light a ritual fire wherever they work, a nomads' fire crackling only for the joy… - Bohumil Hrabal
Today's Gypsies, who have lived in Prague for only two generations, light a ritual fire wherever they work, a nomads' fire crackling only for the joy…
I always loved twilight: it was the only time of day I had the feeling that something important could happen. All things were more beautiful bathed i… - Bohumil Hrabal
I always loved twilight: it was the only time of day I had the feeling that something important could happen. All things were more beautiful bathed i…
I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop. - Bohumil Hrabal
I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop.
Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, y… - Bohumil Hrabal
Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, y…
I can be by myself because I'm never lonely, I'm simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and … - Bohumil Hrabal
I can be by myself because I'm never lonely, I'm simply alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, a harum-scarum of infinity and eternity, and …
It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls. - Bohumil Hrabal
It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.
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