Top 400 Julian Barnes Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “You realize how sympathy and antagonism can coexist. You are discovering how many seemingly incompatible emotions can thrive, side by side, in the same human heart.”

— Julian Barnes

302. “So, you see, we’re a played-out generation. All the best ones went. We were left with the lesser ones. It’s always like that in war. That’s why it’s up to your generation now.’ But I don’t feel part.”

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303. “Lovers are like Siamese twins, two bodies with a single soul; but if one dies before the other, the survivor has a corpse to lug around.”

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304. “Again, I must stress that this is my reading now of what happened then. Or rather, my memory now of my reading then of what was happening at the time.”

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305. “In truth, he was just another man, behaving as men did in books, and she was just another woman for believing otherwise.”

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306. “We didn’t do anger in my family. We did ironic comment, snappy rejoinder, satirical elaboration; we did exact words forbidding a certain action, and more severe ones condemning what had already taken place. But for anything beyond this, we did the thing enjoined upon the English middle classes for generations. We internalised our rage, our anger, our contempt. We spoke words under our breath.”

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307. “The answers hardly seemed of consequence. Not much did. I thought of the things that had happened to me over the years, and of how little I had made happen.”

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308. “Yes it was, but as I said, it depended on where – and who – you were. If you’ll excuse a brief history lesson: most people didn’t experience “the sixties” until the seventies. Which meant, logically, that most people in the sixties were still experiencing the fifties – or, in my case, bits of both decades side by side. Which made things rather confusing.”

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309. “This ought to have given him a whole storetank of existential rage, but somehow it didn’t;.”

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310. “My reading might be pointless in terms of the history of literary criticism; but it’s not pointless in terms of pleasure.”

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311. “Because once you had been through certain things, their presence inside you never really disappeared.”

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312. “The way, the truth and the life. You go on your way through life telling the truth.”

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313. “The relationship between professional and domestic cook has similarities to a sexual encounter. One party is normally more experienced than the other; and either party should have the right, at any moment, to say, “No, I’m not going to do that.”

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314. “He had entered some state of grace – but one that did not exclude. He made you feel you were his co-thinker, even if you said nothing.”

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315. “I thought of writing books myself once. I had the ideas; I even made notes. But I was a doctor, married with children. You can only do one thing well: Flaubert knew that.”

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316. “Insofar as I liked doing things by myself, it was partly for the pleasure of telling her about them afterwards.”

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317. “There is a grotesquerie to grief as well. You lose the sense of your existence being rational, or justifiable. You feel absurd.”

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318. “Tragedies in hindsight look like farces.”

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319. “You realize that you want official interference into other people’s lives but not into your own. You also realize that your truthfulness has become dangerously flexible.”

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320. “Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty.”

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321. “An English silence – one in which all the unspoken words are perfectly understood by both parties – prevailed. I got into my bed and wept. The matter was never referred to again.”

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322. “Truths about writing can be framed before you’ve published a word; truths about life can be framed only when it’s too late to make any difference.”

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323. “Why does anything left-wing have to be trendy before it’s read, and by the time it’s trendy it’s already a force for conservatism?”

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324. “One of my sons writes books I can read, but cannot understand, and the other writes books I can understand, but cannot read.”

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325. “At times, I suspect that the concept of maturity is maintained by a conspiracy of niceness.”

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326. “Had he been naive, or overambitious? Both, probably. In life, you might be a bohemian and an adventurer, but you also sought a pattern, an arrangement to help you through, even if – even as – you kicked against it.”

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327. “Compliments of the season to you, and may the acid rain fall on your joint and anointed heads.”

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328. “The emphasis is on the lost, the abandoned, the discarded sinners, God’s detritus.”

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329. “One of the things he had learned in life, and which he hoped he could rely on, was that a greater pain drives out a lesser one. A strained muscle disappears before toothache, toothache disappears before a crushed finger. He hoped – it was his only hope now – that the pain of cancer, the pain of dying, would drive out the pains of love. It did not seem likely.”

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330. “The self-doubt of the young is nothing compared to the self-doubt of the old. And this, perhaps, was their final triumph over him. Instead of killing him, they had allowed him to live, and by allowing him to live, they had killed him. This was the final, unanswerable irony to his life: that by allowing him to live, they had killed him.”

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331. “One small revenge might be to die and show no signs of having died.”

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332. “But he would never join their number, never be a member of the smiling retinue of former lovers. He considered that sort of behavior rather beastly, in fact immoral. He refused to be turned from a lover into a dear friend. He was uninterested in that transition.”

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333. “Noah couldn’t do anything without first wondering what He would think. Now that’s no way to go on. Always looking over your shoulder for approval – it’s not adult, is it?”

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334. “And who does not want their love authenticated?”

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335. “Had she told him that she loved him? Yes, of course, many times; but it was his imagination – the prompter’s voice at his ear – which had added the words “for ever.” He hadn’t asked what she meant when she told him she loved him. What lover ever does? Those plush and gilded words rarely seem to need annotation at the time.”

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336. “It seemed to me that we ought occasionally to be reminded of instability beneath our feet.”

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337. “First love fixes a life for ever: this much I have discovered over the years. It may not outrank subsequent loves, but they will always be affected by its existence.”

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338. “You only followed where you were going if you wanted to get back to where you had started from, and she knew that was impossible.”

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339. “Beware of dreams,” Elizabeth Finch replied. “Also, as a general rule, beware of what most people aspire to.”

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340. “In those days, we imagined ourselves as being kept in some kind of holding pen, waiting to be released into our lives. And when the moment came, our lives – and time itself – would speed up. How were we to know that our lives had in any case begun, that some advantage had already been gained, some damage already inflicted? Also, that our release would only be into a larger holding pen, whose boundaries would be at first undiscernible.”

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341. “What did I care about saving the world if the world couldn’t, wouldn’t, save her?”

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342. “Life always refused simplicity.”

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343. “When I felt myself escaping from the earth,” he commented, “my reaction was not pleasure but happiness.” It was “a moral feeling,” he added. “I could hear myself living, so to speak.”

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344. “Adrian, however, pushed us to believe in the application of thought to life, in the notion.”

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345. “They say things are determined by genetics, by parenting, by heredity, by climate, by diet, by geography, by time spent in the womb, by nature, by nurture. They fail to hear the elephant in the room, trumpeting away: history.”

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346. “People prefer to get what they want rather than what they deserve.”

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347. “Try as I could – which wasn’t very hard – I rarely ended up fantasising a markedly different life from the one that has been mine. I don’t think this is complacency; it’s more likely a lack of imagination, or ambition, or something.”

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348. “I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And this personal time, which is the true time, is measured in your relationship to memory. So when this strange thing happened – when these new memories suddenly came upon me – it was as if, for that moment, time had been placed in reverse. As if, for that moment, the river ran upstream.”

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349. “We could not be further from ballooning’s established tropes: freedom, spiritual exaltation, human progress. Redon’s eternally open eye is deeply unsettling. The eye in the sky; God’s security camera. And that lumpish human head invites us to conclude that the colonisation of space doesn’t purify the colonisers; all that has happened is that we have brought our sinfulness to a new location.”

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350. “Masters and parents used to remind us irritatingly that they too had once been young, and so could speak with authority. It’s just a phase, they would insist. You’ll grow out of it; life will teach you reality and realism. But back then we declined to acknowledge that they had ever been anything like us, and we knew that we grasped life – and truth, and morality, and art – far more clearly than our compromised elders.”

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