Naja Marie Aidt > Quotes

“But you were also withdrawn, remote, shy. But you were also full of joy. But you were also sensitive, perceptive. But you were also strong. But you were also enquiring. But you were also deeply rooted.”
― Naja Marie Aidt, When Death Takes Something From You Give It Back

“det svier, der hvor du lagde din hånd. som om du har sat dit aftryk i mit kød. og det er jo det du har. som ingen anden har du sat dit aftryk i mit kød. jeg er fuld af ar. jeg er dig ikke utaknemmelig. det hører til mit livs store oplevelser. det er uforklarligt. det er kemi. og jeg husker det hele som viljeløse handlinger, der dog var så fulde af vilje . til dit kød. dengang. lagenernes hvide stof i min knyttede hånd.”
― Naja Marie Aidt, Bavian

“Men jeg ser dig alligevel klart. Selvom jeg ikke nødvendigvis ser dig sandt. Måske ser jeg dele af dig, ingen andre kan se. Måske er sandheden om et menneske kalejdoskopisk. Alle blikkene udgør tilsammen et prisme, som er dig.”
― Naja Marie Aidt, Har døden taget noget fra dig så giv det tilbage

“fear of that same death. An inferno of opposing desires. One day I stopped working. One day I stayed in bed. I stopped answering the phone, I just stopped. I let myself be dismissed from the high school where I was teaching, received unemployment, sick days, and later, social security. And later, much later, the earth, the trees, the rain. Especially the trees. Their certain endurance in this world, standing, in the same spot, moving and under the influence of everything around them, but they don't move, they never move until someone cuts them down. And even then, it doesn't necessarily end their lives—it's not easy to get rid of a tree. The stump sprouts and soon it's tall and dense again, growing wildly.”
― Naja Marie Aidt, Baboon

“I can sense that he has a powerful personality in his own quiet way.”
― Naja Marie Aidt, When Death Takes Something From You Give It Back

“The Greek word for ‘butterfly’ is ‘psyche’, which also means ‘soul’. And so, when Socrates speaks about the soul, the butterfly follows along. A beautiful shadow fluttering inside the word ‘soul’.”
― Naja Marie Aidt, When Death Takes Something From You Give It Back

“The word kaleidoscope comes from the Greek and means something like beautiful-form-observer. To observe a beautiful form, to be a beautiful observer of a form, to observe a form beautifully, to form a beautiful observer. I see you, you are a beautiful form. You are a beautiful observer. I have formed a beautiful observer: you.”
― Naja Marie Aidt, When Death Takes Something from You Give It Back

“No deseaba recurrir a una persona que ve la pena como un trabajo que elaborar. No deseaba elaborar ningún trabajo. No deseaba contribuir a esa visión de la pena como un trabajo. La sola idea de que la pena es un trabajo que elaborar para curarse me subleva. Yo no tenía fuerzas para trabajar. Yo deseaba que alguien me acariciase la mejilla y me calmase. Yo deseaba cuidados, no trabajo. Yo deseaba que alguien apartase esa pena que me oprimía el pecho, aunque solo fuese un instante”
― Naja Marie Aidt, When Death Takes Something from You Give It Back

“La maggior parte di ciò che leggo a proposito di crudo dolore e lamento è frammentario. È caotico, non artistico. Spesso chi scrive non fa caso alle maiuscole dopo il punto. Spesso non ha la forza di completare il frammento di testo cominciato. Non può essere completato. Lo scritto resta aperto facendo traboccare la sua inettitudine attraverso tutto ciò che non può essere scritto. Un buco attraverso cui vibra la morte. Non è possibile scrivere in modo artistico del dolore crudo. Non esiste forma adeguata.”
― Naja Marie Aidt, Har døden taget noget fra dig så giv det tilbage

“That was the day I bought oysters, and he ripped my fancy dress to shreds. She's naked, rummaging around on a shelf with underwear. It's a big one, and she's happy she has it. He bought it for her, but then realized he also liked having her put it in him. It surprised her, to be doing something like that. That she even enjoyed it. And it had surprised her that he let her do it. But, she thinks shutting the closet door, there is such a connection between us. We're marked by each other. Then she puts the shoes on and looks in the mirror. Still beautiful. Her skin is dull and white in the dim light. He's already lying in bed, settled and ready. "You're so wonderful," he whispers pulling her down to him.”
― Naja Marie Aidt, Baboon