Top 400 Yann Martel Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “She heard “Hairless Christians”, and that is what they were to her for many years. When I corrected her, I told her that in fact she was not so wrong; that Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God, are hat-wearing Muslims.”

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302. “Meanwhile, the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard, and it is to their defence, not God’s, that the self-righteous should rush.”

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303. “Moving a zoo is like moving a city.”

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304. “So I flew to Bombay. This is not so illogical if you realize three things: that a stint in India will beat the restlessness out of any living creature; that a little money can go a long way there; and that a novel set in Portugal in 1939 may have very little to do with Portugal in 1939. I.”

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305. “It’s a joke in the zoo business, a weary joke, that the paperwork involved in trading a shrew weighs more than an elephant, that the paperwork involved in trading an elephant weighs more than a whale, and that you must never try to trade a whale, never.”

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306. “Long-term, bad politics is bad for business.”

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307. “Do you see the invisible spirals on the margins of the page? I thought I would run out of paper. It was the pens that ran out.”

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308. “I couldn’t bear to have yet another French speaker guffawing at my name, so when the man on the phone asked, “Can I ’ave your name?” I said, “I am who I am.” Half an hour later two pizzas arrived for “Ian Hoolihan”.”

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309. “Thus set up, pen in hand, for the sake of greater truth, I would turn Portugal into a fiction. That’s what fiction is about, isn’t it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence? What need did I have to go to Portugal? The.”

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310. “When Mr. Kumar visited the zoo, it was to take the pulse of the universe, and his stethoscopic mind always confirmed to him that everything was in order, that everything was order.”

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311. “The guttural eruptions and long flowing vowels rolled just beneath my comprehension like a beautiful brook. I gazed into this brook for long spells of time. It was not wide, just one man’s voice, but it was as deep as the universe.”

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312. “I don’t believe in religion. Religion is darkness.”

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313. “I sang that tree’s glory, its solid, unhurried purity, its slow beauty. Oh, that I could be like it, rooted to the ground but with my every hand raised up to God in praise!”

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314. “I underestimated her. I under-estimated her grit. She.”

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315. “The sun was beginning to pull the curtains on the day.”

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316. “You speak with warm marbles in your mouth. You have an Indian accent.”

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317. “These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy begging for a few paise, walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, “Business as usual.” But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a different story. Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening.”

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318. “It felt good to bring my forehead to the ground. Immediately it felt like a deeply religious contact.”

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319. “An intellect confounded yet a trusting sense of presence and of ultimate purpose.”

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320. “Buku yang bisa ku baca berulang-ulang, dengan sudut pandang baru dan pengertian baru setiap kalinya.”

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321. “Be daunted, but not defeated.”

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322. “To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing – I’m sorry, I would rather not go on.”

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323. “It’s the sun that makes a landscape, drawing out its color, defining its contours, giving it its spirit.”

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324. “Some of us give up on life with only a resigned sigh. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others- and I am one of those-never give up. We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter what the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It’s not a question of courage. It’s... an inability to let go. It may be nothing more than life hungry stupidity.”

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325. “No greatness without goodness.”

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326. “What I had before me was a spectacle of wind and water, an earthquake of the senses, that even Hollywood couldn’t orchestrate.”

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327. “He smiled. “You already are, Piscine – in your heart. Whoever meets Christ in good faith is a Christian. Here in Munnar you met Christ.”

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328. “That is Christianity at heart: a single miracle surrounded and sustained by stories, like an island surrounded by the sea.”

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329. “To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It.”

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330. “Bapu Ghandi said, “All religions are true.” I just want to love God,” I blurted out, and looked down, red in the face.”

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331. “His father had been his sole supporter, telling him to live for his love for Dora, in precise opposition to his uncle’s silent opprobrium. Dora was relegated to invisible duties deep within the kitchen. Gaspar lived equally invisibly in the Lobo household, invisibly loved by his father, who invisibly loved his mother.”

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332. “Oncoming death is terrible enough, but worse still is oncoming death with time to spare, time in which all the happiness that was yours and all the happiness that might have been yours becomes clear to you. You see with utter lucidity all that you are losing. The sight brings on an oppressive sadness that no car about to hit you or water about to drown you can match. The feeling is truly unbearable.”

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333. “In my experience, a castaways’s worst mistake is to hope too much and do too little. Survival starts by paying attention to what is close at hand and immediate. To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one’s life away.”

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334. “My fingers, which a second before had been taste buds savouring the food a little ahead of my mouth, became dirty under his gaze.”

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335. “They were like curmudgeonly old friends who would never admit that they liked me yet came round to see me all the time. The.”

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336. “Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they’ve known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? Why climb this Mount Everest of formalities that makes you feel like a beggar? Why enter this jungle of foreignness where everything is new, strange and difficult? The answer is the same the world over: people move in hope of a better life.”

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337. “How could the stars, sparkle as they might, help me find my way if they kept moving?”

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338. “It is the irony of this story that the one who scared me witless to start with was the very same who brought me peace, purpose, I dare say even wholeness.”

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339. “You can keep your sweaty, chatty Son to yourself.”

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340. “These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart. Meanwhile, the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard, and it is to their defence, not God’s, that the self-righteous should rush.”

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341. “Things floated in the water but none that brought me hope. I could see no other lifeboats.”

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342. “I would return home to la maison, feminine where, as likely as not, I would go to my room, la chambre, where I would settle to read un livre masculine, until supper. During the masculine meal, feminine food would be eaten. After my hard, productive masculine day, I would rest during the feminine night. At one time, for a few days, I even took an affected aversion to being in the kitchen, la cuisine.”

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343. “The stars shone with such fears, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.”

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344. “It would no longer be the small thing it was before, but the most important thing in the world, the thing that would save my life. This happened time and again.”

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345. “His presence was overwhelming, yet equally evident was the lithesome grace of it.”

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346. “Within the limits of their nature, they make do with what they have.”

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347. “If Lakshmi, goddess of wealth, one day favours me bountifully, Oxford is fifth on the list of cities I would like to visit before I pass on, after Mecca, Varanasi, Jerusalem and Paris.”

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348. “Change becomes a habit and habits are hard to change .”

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349. “What a strange, wondrous thing, music. At last the chattering mind is silenced. No past to regret, to future to worry about, no more frantic knitting of words and thoughts. Only a beautiful, soaring nonsense.”

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350. “If you went to a home, kicked down the front door, chased the people who lived there out into the street and said, “Go! You are free! Free as a bird! Go! Go!” – do you think they would shout and dance for joy? They wouldn’t. Birds are not free. The people you’ve.”

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