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Elena Ferrante Quotes

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“The conclusion we drew from this convinced us that it was best to do everything on purpose, deliberately, so that you would know what to expect.”
— Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend: Neapolitan Novels, Book One
Tagged: purpose, Chance, Expectations, Uncertainty
“Although she was fragile in appearance, every prohibition lost substance in her presence. She knew how to go beyond the limit without ever truly suffering the consequences. In the end people gave in, and were even, however unwillingly, compelled to praise her.”
— Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend: Neapolitan Novels, Book One
Tagged: strength, fragility, Limitations, Womanhood
“On December 31st of 1958 Lila had her first episode of dissolving margins. The term isn’t mine, she always used it. She said that on those occasions the outlines of people and things suddenly dissolved, disappeared. That night, on the terrace where we were celebrating the arrival of 1959, when she was abruptly struck by that sensation, she was frightened and kept it to herself, still unable to name it...  It seemed to her that everyone was shouting too loudly and moving too quickly. This sensation was accompanied by nausea, and she had had the impression that something absolutely material, which had been present around her and around everyone and everything forever, but imperceptible, was breaking down the outlines of persons and things and revealing itself. Her heart had started beating uncontrollably. She had begun to feel horror at the cries emerging from the throats of all those who were moving about on the terrace amid the smoke, amid the explosions, as if the sound obeyed new, unknown laws. Her nausea increased, the dialect had become unfamiliar, the way our wet throats bathed the words in the liquid of saliva was intolerable. A sense of repulsion had invested all the bodies in movement, their bone structure, the frenzy that shook them. How poorly made we are, she had thought, how insufficient. The broad shoulders, the arms, the legs, the ears, noses, eyes seemed to her attributes of monstrous beings who had fallen from some corner of the black sky. And the disgust, who knows why, was concentrated in particular on her brother Rino, the person who was closest to her, the person she loved most.”
— Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend: Neapolitan Novels, Book One
Tagged: what anxiety feels like, anxiety in literature, Truth, Relatable, Depression, World, Perspective, coming of age
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