Drakulic Famous Quotes & Sayings

19 Drakulic Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.

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She wonders what else she will have to give up and what is the minimum of things with which one can survive without losing the feeling that one is human?Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: She wonders what else she will have to give up and what is the minimum
I know now that everything after the accident was merely a tactic to indulge in escapism and self-delusion. When you are hit by a streetcar that almost smashes you to a pulp, when you experience your own end...there is no recovery, only temporary respite, she thought.

Pain made me aware of my body. My body made me aware of deterioration and death. That awareness made me old. My death sentence may have been deferred, but I now had to live with a twofold realization. Not only was I going to die - there was nothing unusual about that except that I was made to realize it at a tender age - but I knew exactly what that meant. Because I had already been through it. Unlike other condemned people for whom death is an abstraction because they have no idea what really awaits them, my stay of death came with a constant reminder, the presence of pain.
Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: I know now that everything after the accident was merely a tactic to indulge in
During those few days and nights, pain had moved into S. as if into its own house. She felt occupied. A previously unknown illness had entered her and was now eating away at her. S. could not imagine that a man's body could do such damage to a woman, that it was so powerful, so unfairly overpowering that a woman had no defence against such force.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: During those few days and nights, pain had moved into S. as if into its
Here, in the camp, she could tell any old story, these people would have no choice but to believe her. That is not to say that refugee women like her lie, merely that they are uprooted. Their stories barely mean anything even to themselves now. No one listens to them, which is almost like not existing at all.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: Here, in the camp, she could tell any old story, these people would have no
Her body lies in the bed like an inanimate object, an emptied bellow or shopping bag. Nothing has changed with her departure from the camp. Her body is still in their power, even more so now. Only now does S. understand that a woman's body never really belongs to the woman. It belongs to others - to the man, the children, the family. And in wartime to soldiers.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: Her body lies in the bed like an inanimate object, an emptied bellow or shopping
With a practised hand he pulls out a knife and presses it against her throat. Hurry up, he hisses through clenched teeth, hurry up! At that same instant she is again struck by their inability to express themselves in normal sentences; they use only monosyllabic words, as if they have forgotten how to speak. And perhaps they have. Perhaps that happens to people in wartime, words suddenly become superfluous because they can no longer express reality. Reality escapes the words we know, and we simply lack new words to encapsulate this new experience.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: With a practised hand he pulls out a knife and presses it against her throat.
She is awake. Again she thinks about fear. Until then, she had not been aware of fear, she had been convinced that she did not feel fear, not even when they had taken the group of men out from the gym, or when she had heard the burst of gunfire. She listens. She knows now that fear is the absence of all emotion, it is emptiness, it is as if your whole body is drained of blood all at once.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: She is awake. Again she thinks about fear. Until then, she had not been aware
To have a son in wartime is the worst curse that can befall a mother, no matter what anyone says.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: To have a son in wartime is the worst curse that can befall a mother,
Europe has another meaning for me. Every time I mention that word, I see the Bosnian family in front of me, living far away from whatever they call home and eating their own wonderful food because that's all that is left for them. The fact remains that after fifty years, it was possible to have another war in Europe; that it was possible to change borders; that genocide is still possible even today.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: Europe has another meaning for me. Every time I mention that word, I see the
The principal difference between her "seductive" and her other self-portraits was the absence of self-awareness in the former and its strong presence in the latter. With time, she became brutally direct. In her later self-portraits she was no longer beautiful, merely odd-looking. She did not seduce, she simply drew attention to herself. Her face became hard, serious. The pronounced cheekbones and heavy eyebrows looks as if they had been carved out of stone. The stern black eyes looked either straight through or straight past the viewer. She deliberately exaggerated the brutality of her self-portraits. She was saying: Look at me, I'm alive and it hurts. These self-portraits were like attestations to her existence: one, two, three, four...Exhibitionism, they said. But for her, painting self-portraits was a kind of magical rite, a kind of exorcism.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: The principal difference between her "seductive" and her other self-portraits was the absence of self-awareness
She was convinced the demonic pain she had suffered in her leg as a child had been in some sort of preparation for the accident. Engraved in her memory was how she had been left speechless by the first attack. She had yet to accept that pain cannot be expressed in words but only in inarticulate screams. It took time before she could put brush to canvas, and still more time before she could paint pictures that screamed. In place of the screams themselves. In place of verbal descriptions. She owed it to her father, she thought, to the frantic look in his eyes which she would never forget, and to his words: 'Tell me, tell me!Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: She was convinced the demonic pain she had suffered in her leg as a child
It is not true that you feel something when you are in an accident. There is no feeling, no thought. You do and you do not exist, like a particle of dust swirling in the air. You see the blue sky and you are part of it, you are a part of the air, the water, the greenery in the park. You drift in a silence where you cannot even hear the beating of your own heart. Isn't that the experience of nothingness?Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: It is not true that you feel something when you are in an accident. There
I realize that I only have words and that, from time to time, as I hold them in my arms I am less lonely.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: I realize that I only have words and that, from time to time, as I
Every public space is like a billboard, with messages from the collective subconscious of the nation. There one can read passivity, rage indifference, fear, double standards, subversion, bad economy, a twisted definition of 'public' itself, the whole Weltanschauung - an entire range of emotions and attitudes is exposed.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: Every public space is like a billboard, with messages from the collective subconscious of the
Look now,' Vesna's mother continued, 'what do you know, a civil war might break out any minute: Serbs would fight with Croats, Czechs would fight with Slovaks, Hungarians would fight with Jews. how can you be sure of anything?'
'But, Mother, if this happens, then it will such big trouble that nobody would think about a shortage of pantyhose,' protested Vesna.
'You'd be surprised, my dear, to know that people have to live and survive during wars, too. Besides, how do you think we survived communism?
Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: Look now,' Vesna's mother continued, 'what do you know, a civil war might break out
What do people think of when they talk about their lives? Do they really see them as an integral whole, as a chronological sequence of events; as something logical, purposeful, completed? What moments do they remember, and how do they remember them? As words? As a series of images and sounds? My life crumbles into a series of pictures, unconnected scenes which comes to mind only occassionally and at random. But there are key events, the acts of chance or fate, which later enable me to construct a logical whole of my life. One such moment was meeting Jose. The other was my decision to see our love through to the very end.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: What do people think of when they talk about their lives? Do they really see
How is a woman to tell the story of her life and not stumble upon men?Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: How is a woman to tell the story of her life and not stumble upon
Her mother, an employee with a state-owned company, is a Serb. Her father, an engineer, is a Muslim, which means that S. is neither one nor the other. That is why S. thinks she is exempt from alignment. This is what she believed until the armed men and soldiers arrived in her mountain village that same day. Now, however, she sees that for her war began the moment others started dividing and labelling her, when nobody asked her anything any more.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: Her mother, an employee with a state-owned company, is a Serb. Her father, an engineer,
And then came the pain. First in her leg, as if something had sunk its teeth into it. A huge beast, a dog, maybe. It locked its jaws onto her limb and tore at the muscles with its teeth. She screamed, that was all she could do, scream. She could not describe the feeling of having her body ripped apart. She remembered her father's despair, his face as he leaned over her bed, and his words: What is it, tell me, what is it? As she writhed in pain, soaked in her own sweat, Don Guillermo, her kind, good father, waited for her to tell him. For an explanation. A meaningful verbalization of this horror, so that he could understand what was happening to his child. Otherwise, how could he help her? Because her frenzied cries were not enough. Pain needs to be articulated, communicated. It needs a kind of dialogue. It needs words. But only screams and shrieks of pain escaped from the child's lips.Slavenka Drakulic Drakulic Sayings By Slavenka Drakulic: And then came the pain. First in her leg, as if something had sunk its