The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet Quotes

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The clock’s pendulum catches the firelight, and in the rattle-breathed final moments of Jacob de Zoet, amber shadows in the far corner coagulate into a woman’s form. She slips between the bigger, taller onlookers unnoticed … … and adjusts her...

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

The present is a battleground . . . where rival what-ifs compete to become the future 'what-is.' How does one what-if prevail over its adversaries? The answer . . . 'Military and political power, of course!' is a postponement, for what is it that dir...

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove . . .

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

He thinks of the all steps that gathered this party and marvels at the weaverless looms of fortune.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

I find a certain comfort," confesses Marinus, "in humanity's helplessness.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

Hell hell because, there, evil passes unremarked upon.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

What man ain't the honestest cove in his own eyes?" Grote's round face is a bronze moon in the dark. "'Tain't good intentions what paves the road to hell: it's self-justifyin's.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

Orito banishes all thoughts of Jacob de Zoet, and recalls Jacob de Zoet.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

Loyalty looks simple... but it ain't.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

there're times when i suspect that the mind has a mind of its own. it shows us pictures. pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. this mind's mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voice

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

The soul is a verb. . . . Not a noun.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

But thought has no eyelids to close or ears to block...

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

How gleefully life shreds our well crafted plans.

The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet