My temple is the park, the sky, the water in the lake and the stream that feeds it. My people are those who share my ideas and not those I’m bound to by bonds of blood. My ritual is being with those people and celebrating everything around me. (…)
I’m independent. I see life through my eyes and not through other people’s. I’m going in search of the adventure of being alive.
Paulo Coelho, “The Witch of Portobello”, 2007.
I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky, he thought. (…) But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.
Ernest Hemingway, “The Old Man and The Sea”, 1965 edition. Jonathan Cape, The Chaucer Press, Ltd., Suffolk, Great Britain.
This is the state to which I shall aspire, where what is important to me, is already mine.
Rose Tremain, “The Colour”, 2004.
One must stand outside a circle to see that it is round.
Salman Rushdie, “Enchantress of Florence”, 2008. Vintage Books Jonathan Cape Publishing House, London, 2009.
Make as much racket as you like people! Noise is life, and an excess of noise is a sign that life is good. There will be time for us all to be quiet when we are safely dead.
Salman Rushdie, “The Enchantress of Florence”, 2008. Vintage Books, London, 2009.
The secret of strength is in the spirit… Life is often like fighting, and sometimes you have to draw power from your eyes or toes or from your heart.
Ben Okri “Songs of Enchantment”, 1993. Jonathan Cape Limited, England.
I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone…
Jonathan Safran Foer “Extremely loud and incredibly close”, 2005. Penguin Books, England.
…the sunflowers, chocolate and doorbells, islands and bridges, the sun beaming through the window, mornings with coffee, friends and travels, April, the Sun, discovering hidden places, sharing a secret, falling in love and staying in love, learning and growing, needing each other, trees and nature, smiles, playing with children, contemplating art, passion and imagination, hands, daydreaming, red, trains, milkshakes, the sound of seashells, memory, Love, all kinds of fruits, parents, wasting time and being on time, staring into someone’s eyes, forgiving, summertime, peace, gentleness, beauty in all forms and shapes, having countless books, reading them then sharing them with friends, having people over, laughing, airports and airplanes, blushing, having goals and achieving them, getting excited about the future, enjoying my life enthusiastically, staying positive, working hard, ideas and feelings that travel through time… and many, many other things…
What are your likes? :)
There is no whole truth, just as there is no heart of the onion; there are only the dreams of individual minds.
Rose Tremain “Sacred country”, 1992, Sinclair-Stevenson.
Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are.
Jonathan Safran Foer “Extremely loud and incredibly close”, 2005. Penguin Books
Truth will fail thee never, never!
Though thy bark be tempest-driven,
Though each plank be rent and riven,
Truth will bear thee on for ever!
Anonymous. Elizabeth Gaskell “North and South”, 1854-1855.
