Laszlo Krasznahorkai Quotes

It passes, but it does not pass away.

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

What one ought to capture in beauty is that which is treacherous and irresistible ...

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“Quietly, continually, the rain fell and the inconsolable wind that died then was forever resurrected ruffled the still surfaces of puddles so lightly it failed to disturb the delicate dead skin that had covered them during the night so that instead of recovering the previous day's tired glitter they increasingly and remorselessly absorbed the light that swam slowly out of the east.”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

Death, he felt, was only a kind of warning rather than a desperate and permanent end.

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“There is an intense relationship between proximate objects, a much weaker one between objects further away, and as for the really distant ones there is none at all, and that is the nature of God.”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“The light gave him hope but he was afraid of it too.”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“Get it into your thick head that jokes are just like life. Things that begin badly, end badly. Everything's fine in the middle, it's the end you need to worry about.”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“But let us imagine RIGHT NOW that we find out about a world where there are artists who paint without brushes, make music without instruments, and write without pen and paper. The very thought makes me happy. That this world could be ours, right here and now.”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

Only the land remained, the silent order of the mountains, the ground covered in fallen dead leaves in the enormous space, a boundless expanse - disguising, concealing, hiding, covering all that lies below the burning earth.

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“You have every cause for anxiety. we are on the threshold of a more searching, more honest, more open society. there are new times just around the corner”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“I'm not interested to believe in something, but to understand the people who believe.”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“However apparently insignificant the event, whether it be the ring of tobacco ash surrounding the table, the direction from which the wild geese first appeared, or a series of seemingly meaningless human movements, he couldn't afford to take his eyes off it and must note it all down, since only by doing so could he hope not to vanish one day and fall a silent captive to the infernal arrangement whereby the world decomposes but is at the same time constantly in the process of self-construction.”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“The noise of the rain seemed to have grown a little fainter but then it pelted down again.”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“Bough of a tree to the rain ... he turns the phrase over in his mouth as if it were fine wine, trying to guess its vintage, realizing somewhat indifferently that it is beyond him.”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai

“I no longer care if I die, said Korin, then, after a long silence, pointed to the nearby flooded quarry: Are those swans?”

— Laszlo Krasznahorkai