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  • #1
    Jim Ashilevi
    “Inimene, kes on valinud elukutseks loometee, kaubitseb imedega. Loomulikult vaadatakse ta peale viltu nagu nõiasaatest välja kukkunud šarlatanile. Aga need, kes on loomingu imest osa saanud, ei taha enam kunagi tagasi seda aega, kui nad seda etendust näinud, seda laulu kuulnud või seda raamatut lugenud.”
    Jim Ashilevi, Armastuskirju teatrile

  • #2
    Helen Oyeyemi
    “I’m never sad when a friend goes far away, because whichever city or country that friend goes to, they turn the place friendly. They turn a suspicious-looking name on the map into a place where a welcome can be found. Maybe the friend will talk about you sometimes, to other friends that live around him, and then that’s almost as good as being there yourself. You’re in several places at once! In fact, my daughter, I would even go so far as to say that the further away your friends, and the more spread out they are the better your chances of going safely through the world…”
    Helen Oyeyemi, Mr. Fox

  • #3
    Philippe Delerm
    “APPLES SCENT,
    You arrive in the basement. Immediatly it catches you. Apples are here, lying on fruit trays, turned crates. You didn't think about it. You had no wish to be flooded by this melancholic wave. But you can't resist. Apple scent is a breaker. How could you manage without this childhood, bitter and sweet ?
    Shrivelled fruits surely are delicious, from this feak dryness where candied taste seems to have wormed in each wrinkle. But you don't wish to eat them. Particularly don't turn into an identifiable taste this floating power of smell. Say that it smells good, strong? But not ..... It's beyond .... An inner scent, scent of a better oneself. Here is shut up school autumn, with purple ink we scratch paper with down strokes and thin strokes. Rain bangs against glasses, evening will be long ....
    But apple perfume is more than past. You think about formerly because of fullness and intensity from a remembrance of salpetered cellar, dark attic. But it's to live here, stay here, stand up.
    You have behind you high herbs and damp orchards. Ahead it's like a warm blow given in the shade. Scent got all browns, all reds with a bit of green acid. Scent distilled skin softness, its tiny roughness. Lips dried, we alreadyt know that this thirst is not to be slaked.
    Nothing would happen if you bite the white flesh. You would need to become october, mud floor, moss of cellar, rain, expectation.
    Apple scent is painful. It's from a stronger life, a slowness we deserve no more.”
    Philippe DELERM

  • #4
    Muriel Barbery
    “I may be indigent in name, position, and in appearance, but in my own mind I am an unrivaled goddess -”
    Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

  • #5
    “Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #6
    Betty  Smith
    “From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #7
    Betty  Smith
    “People always think that happiness is a faraway thing," thought Francie, "something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains - a cup of strong hot coffee when you're blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you're alone - just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #8
    Milan Kundera
    “Indeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious. They are the questions with no answers. A question with no answer is a barrier that cannot be breached. In other words, it is questions with no answers that set the limit of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #9
    Betty  Smith
    “Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #10
    Betty  Smith
    “I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #11
    Banana Yoshimoto
    “I realized that the world did not exist for my benefit. It followed that the ratio of pleasant and unpleasant things around me would not change. It wasn't up to me. It was clear that the best thing to do was to adopt a sort of muddled cheerfulness.”
    Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen

  • #12
    Haruki Murakami
    “As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve yourself.”
    Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

  • #13
    Haruki Murakami
    “Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.”
    Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

  • #14
    Haruki Murakami
    “All you have to do is wait,” I explained. “Sit tight and wait for the right moment. Not try to change anything by force, just watch the drift of things. Make an effort to cast a fair eye on everything. If you do that, you just naturally know what to do. But everyone’s always too busy. They’re too talented, their schedules are too full. They’re too interested in themselves to think about what’s fair.”
    Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

  • #15
    Haruki Murakami
    “Give yourself five minutes to consider how you can turn a miserable situation to your benefit and that light bulb is going to click on.”
    Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

  • #16
    Ocean Vuong
    “& remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.”
    Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

  • #17
    Ocean Vuong
    “The most beautiful part of your body
    is where it’s headed.”
    Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

  • #18
    Ocean Vuong
    “Dear God, if you are a season, let it be the one I passed through
    to get here.

    Here. That's all I wanted to be.

    I promise.”
    Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

  • #19
    Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.
    “Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.”
    Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life

  • #20
    Mary Oliver
    “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #21
    Mary Oliver
    “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

  • #22
    Mary Oliver
    “The Journey

    One day you finally knew
    what you had to do, and began,
    though the voices around you
    kept shouting
    their bad advice --
    though the whole house
    began to tremble
    and you felt the old tug
    at your ankles.
    "Mend my life!"
    each voice cried.
    But you didn't stop.
    You knew what you had to do,
    though the wind pried
    with its stiff fingers
    at the very foundations,
    though their melancholy
    was terrible.
    It was already late
    enough, and a wild night,
    and the road full of fallen
    branches and stones.
    But little by little,
    as you left their voices behind,
    the stars began to burn
    through the sheets of clouds,
    and there was a new voice
    which you slowly
    recognized as your own,
    that kept you company
    as you strode deeper and deeper
    into the world,
    determined to do
    the only thing you could do --
    determined to save
    the only life you could save.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #23
    Mary Oliver
    “Still, what I want in my life
    is to be willing
    to be dazzled—
    to cast aside the weight of facts

    and maybe even
    to float a little
    above this difficult world.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #24
    Mary Oliver
    “And I do not want anymore to be useful, to be docile, to lead / children out of the fields into the text / of civility, to teach them that they are (they are not) better than the grass.”
    Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One

  • #25
    Mary Oliver
    “And what has consciousness come to anyway, so far, that is better than these light-filled bodies?”
    Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One

  • #26
    Mary Oliver
    “each body a lion of courage, and something
    precious to the earth.”
    Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One

  • #27
    Mary Oliver
    “The Turtle

    breaks from the blue-black
    skin of the water, dragging her shell
    with its mossy scutes
    across the shallows and through the rushes
    and over the mudflats, to the uprise,
    to the yellow sand,
    to dig with her ungainly feet
    a nest, and hunker there spewing
    her white eggs down
    into the darkness, and you think

    of her patience, her fortitude,
    her determination to complete
    what she was born to do—
    and then you realize a greater thing—
    she doesn't consider
    what she was born to do.
    She's only filled
    with an old blind wish.
    It isn't even hers but came to her
    in the rain or the soft wind,
    which is a gate through which her life keeps walking.

    She can't see
    herself apart from the rest of the world
    or the world from what she must do
    every spring.
    Crawling up the high hill,
    luminous under the sand that has packed against her skin.
    she doesn't dream
    she knows

    she is a part of the pond she lives in,
    the tall tress are her children,
    the birds that swim above her
    are tied to her by an unbreakable string.”
    Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One

  • #28
    Donna Tartt
    “I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.”
    Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

  • #29
    Donna Tartt
    “Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?”
    Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

  • #30
    Donna Tartt
    “That life - whatever else it is - is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not always so glad to be here, it’s our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open. And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch.”
    Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch



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