Maria > Maria's Quotes

“Природата е много хубава по туй време. Балканът. Гората е толкоз зелена, полюшва ся едва-едва, шуми леко. Мирише на младост. И цяла е в светлина. Светлоструй… Не ми са обикаля с тая дружина. Ще ми ся ей тъй да тръгна из гората, из полетата, без цел и посока, да вървя туй от място на място – не че някъде определено отивам, ами ей така. Да ся скитам. Като някой циганьор дори. Иде ми да зарежа дружината , и револуцията, и ей така да тръгна да ся скитам из гората, да ся пека на камънаците като някой смок, да ся търкалям из тревите. Да пия от кладенците и като ся нагорещя, да си плискам лицето с вода от потоците. Да лежа тъй в тревата с разперени ръце и да гледам нагоре в небето. Без всякоя цел. Защо светът е хубав! Много хубав дори! Очарователна работа! Неизразима!”
― Милен Русков, Възвишение

“Защо светът е хубав! Много е хубав дори! Очарователна работа! Неизразима! Или в человека има нещо, което тъй неудържимо го влече към света? Нещо, което като семе израства в душата му, още от бебе невръстно, месец след месец, година след година, и накрай го привързва съдбовно? Кой знай... Затуй може би и ти ся иска да го обикаляш, да променяш местата - че тъй го опознаеш. Сякаш та сама природа към туй тласка. В път, в прешествие, в друго поприще... Не знам защо и как, и противно на сякоя проницателна и мрачна мисъл, но тук да си е щастие голямо! Ала трябва и да си свободен. Светът е за свободните направен. Сам Господ, казват, го е направил тъй, от свобода. И само свободните могат да му се насладят. А человеците често тънат в робство и туй наричат свой живот. Какво нещастие, каква поквара на блажений свят!”
― Милен Русков, Възвишение

“Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“Smile, breathe and go slowly.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh

“Черешата не се купува, глупак с глупак! Черешата е любов! Или я отглеждаш, или я крадеш! Ако си закъсал много, ще похарчиш някой долар, за да си припомниш вкуса й - а НЕ ДА СЕ ТЪПЧЕШ КАТО СВИНЯ!”
― Захари Карабашлиев, 18% Сиво

“Experience life in all possible ways --
good-bad, bitter-sweet, dark-light,
summer-winter. Experience all the dualities.
Don't be afraid of experience, because
the more experience you have, the more
mature you become.”
― Osho

“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That's its balance.”
― Osho Rajneesh, Everyday Osho: 365 Daily Meditations for the Here and Now

“Drop the idea of becoming someone, because you are already a masterpiece. You cannot be improved. You have only to come to it, to know it, to realize it.”
― Osho

“In Blackwater Woods

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.”
― Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One

“When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.”
― Mary Oliver

“How I go to the wood

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

“it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.”
― Mary Oliver, Red Bird

“What were you before you met me?"
"I think I was drowning"
"And what are you now?"
"Water”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Có nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?

I miss you more than I remember you.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“I am thinking of beauty again, how some things are hunted because we have deemed them beautiful. If, relative to the history of our planet, an individual life is so short, a blink, as they say, then to be gorgeous, even from the day you're born to the day you die, is to be gorgeous only briefly.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“In a world myriad as ours, the gaze is a singular act: to look at something is to fill your whole life with it, if only briefly.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous