The town slowly wakes up around him with its foreign-made cars and its statistics and credit card debt and all its other crap.
Fredrick Backman
The words pulsate against Elsa's eardrums. They sound wrong, somehow. Elsa understands them, but they chafe at the passages of her inner ear. As if they didn't belong there.
Vi tror at det alltid vil være tid nok til å gjøre ting overfor andre mennesker. Tid nok til å si ting til dem. Og så skjer det noe, og da står vi plutselig der og tenker på ord som "hvis bare"
She found it easier to forgive than Ove did. Forgive God and the universe and everything. Ove got angry instead. Maybe because he felt someone had to be angry on her behalf, when everything that was evil seemed to assail the only person he'd ever met who didn't deserve it.
Kan man ikke stole på folk når det gjelder tid, kan man ikke stole på dem når det gjelder viktigere ting heller
Et vel utført arbeid er lønn nok
Det kreves bare en solstråle for å drive skyggene på flukt
She can recite more or less all of Harry Potter by memory. She can outline the exact superpowers of all the X-Men and knows exactly which of them Spider-Man could and could not take out in a fight. And she can draw a fairly okay version of the map at the start of the Lord of the Rings with her eyes closed.
Further to this, Ove has the cat's resentful stares to contend with. Something in its eyes reminds him of the way Sonja used to look at him.
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