19 Quotes from A Man Called Ove book by Fredrik Backman

Hello and Welcome. This page is a collection of 19 quotes from A Man Called Ove book by Fredrik Backman that I underlined while reading the book. I hope you will like these quotes too.

By the way, I am Deepak Kundu, an avid book reader, quotes collector and blogger.

A Man Called Ove Quotes

Men are what they are because of what they do. Not what they say.
All roads lead to something you were always predestined to do.
We can busy ourselves with living or with dying. We have to move on.
One should not go through life as if everything was exchangeable. As if loyalty was worthless. Nowadays people changed their stuff so often that any expertise in how to make things last was becoming superfluous. Quality: no one cared about that anymore.
You only need one ray of light to chase all the shadows away.
If you can't depend on someone being on time, you shouldn't trust 'em with anything more important either.
It was always like that with women. They couldn't stick to a plan even if you glued them to it.
When a conflict has been going on for long enough it can be impossible to sort out, for the simple reason that no one can remember how it first started.
People have no respect for decent, honest functionality anymore, they're happy as long as everything looks neat and dandy on the computer.
Engines give you what you deserve. If you treat them with respect they'll give you freedom; if you behave like an ass they'll take it from you.
A time comes in every man's life when he decides what sort of man he's going to be: the kind who lets other people walk all over him, or not.
It's a strange thing, becoming an orphan at sixteen. To lose your family long before you've had time to create your own to replace it. It's a very specific sort of loneliness.
Something inside a man goes to pieces when he has to bury the only person who ever understood him. There is no time to heal that sort of wound.
One of the most painful moments in a person's life probably comes with the insight that an age has been reached when there is more to look back on than ahead. And when time no longer lies ahead of one, other things have to be lived for. Memories, perhaps.
It is difficult to admit that one is wrong. Particularly when one has been wrong for a very long time.
Reverse radar and parking sensors and cameras and crap like that. A man who needs all that to back up with a trailer shouldn't be bloody doing it in the first place.
The first people to break the laws of bureaucracy are always the bureaucrats themselves.
Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it's often one of the great motivations for living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.
Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren't actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it's cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.