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  • #1
    Fernando Pessoa
    “My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I'm two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren't attached.”
    Fernando Pessoa , The Book of Disquiet

  • #2
    Sarah Kay
    “If I should have a daughter…“Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”

    She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

    And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”

    But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

    I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.

    You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

    And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

    “Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”

    Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

    Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”
    Sarah Kay

  • #3
    Alessandro Baricco
    “This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.”
    Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea

  • #4
    Alessandro Baricco
    “To die of yearning for something you will never experience”
    Alessandro Baricco, Silk

  • #5
    Alessandro Baricco
    “He puts down the pen, folds the sheet of paper, and slips it inside an envelope. He stands up, takes from his trunk a mahogany box, lifts the lid, lets the letter fall inside, open and unaddressed. In the box are hundreds of identical envelopes, open and unaddressed. He thinks that somewhere in the world he will meet a woman who has always been his woman. Every now and again he regrets that destiny has been so stubbornly determined to make him wait with such indelicate tenacity, but with time he has learned to consider the matter with great serenity. Almost every day, for years now, he has taken pen in hand to write to her. He has no names or addresses to put on the envelopes: but he has a life to recount. And to whom, if not to her? He thinks that when they meet it will be wonderful to place the mahogany box full of letters on her lap and say to her, 'I was waiting for you.'

    "She will open the box and slowly, when she so desires, read the letters one by one. As she works her way back up the interminable thread of blue ink she will gather up the years-- the days, the moments-- that that man, before he ever met her, had already given to her. Or perhaps more simply, she will overturn the box and astonished at that comical snowstorm of letters, she will smile, saying to that man, 'You are mad.' And she will love him forever.”
    Alessandro Baricco

  • #6
    Alessandro Baricco
    “Вие сте същата като Флоранс. Тя не се страхува от думите.”
    Alessandro Baricco, Questa storia

  • #7
    Alessandro Baricco
    “Защо винаги си тъжен?, го попитах.
    Не съм тъжен.
    Да, такъв си.
    Не е това, отговори. Каза ми, че според него хората живеят години наред, но само в една малка част от тях живеят истински, тоест в годините, в които успяват да направят онова, за което са се родили. Тогава всъщност са щастливи. Останало време е времето, което минава в чакане или в спомени. Когато чакаш или си спомняш, каза ми, не си нито тъжен, нито щастлив. Изглеждаш тъжен, а ти всъщност само чакаш или си спомняш. Не са тъжни хората, които чакат, нито тези, които помнят. Те са само далечни.”
    Alessandro Baricco, Questa storia

  • #8
    Alessandro Baricco
    “…how it would be nice if, for every sea waiting for us, there would be a river, for us.
    And someone -a father, a lover, someone- able to take us by the hand and find that river -imagine it, invent it- and put us on its stream, with the lightness of one only word, goodbye. This, really, would be wonderful. It would be sweet, life, every life. And things wouldn’t hurt, but they would get near taken by stream, one could first shave and then touch them and only finally be touched. Be wounded, also. Die because of them. Doesn’t matter. But everything would be, finally, human. It would be enough someone’s fancy -a father, a lover, someone- could invent a way, here in the middle of the silence, in this land which don’t wanna talk. Clement way, and beautiful.
    A way from here to the sea.”
    Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea

  • #9
    Alessandro Baricco
    “She had not really a sensitive soul, but to put it in exact terms, was possessed by an uncontrollable feeling of mind”
    Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea

  • #10
    Frank Herbert
    “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #11
    Joanne Harris
    “Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”
    Joanne Harris, Chocolat

  • #12
    Joanne Harris
    “I believe that being happy is the only important thing. Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or torturous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”
    Joanne Harris

  • #13
    Sarah Kay
    “When they bombed Hiroshima, the explosion formed a mini-supernova, so every living animal, human or plant that received direct contact with the rays from that sun was instantly turned to ash.

    And what was left of the city soon followed. The long-lasting damage of nuclear radiation caused an entire city and its population to turn into powder.

    When I was born, my mom says I looked around the whole hospital room with a stare that said, "This? I've done this before." She says I have old eyes.

    When my Grandpa Genji died, I was only five years old, but I took my mom by the hand and told her, "Don't worry, he'll come back as a baby."

    And yet, for someone who's apparently done this already, I still haven't figured anything out yet.

    My knees still buckle every time I get on a stage. My self-confidence can be measured out in teaspoons mixed into my poetry, and it still always tastes funny in my mouth.

    But in Hiroshima, some people were wiped clean away, leaving only a wristwatch or a diary page. So no matter that I have inhibitions to fill all my pockets, I keep trying, hoping that one day I'll write a poem I can be proud to let sit in a museum exhibit as the only proof I existed.

    My parents named me Sarah, which is a biblical name. In the original story God told Sarah she could do something impossible and she laughed, because the first Sarah, she didn't know what to do with impossible.

    And me? Well, neither do I, but I see the impossible every day. Impossible is trying to connect in this world, trying to hold onto others while things are blowing up around you, knowing that while you're speaking, they aren't just waiting for their turn to talk -- they hear you. They feel exactly what you feel at the same time that you feel it. It's what I strive for every time I open my mouth -- that impossible connection.

    There's this piece of wall in Hiroshima that was completely burnt black by the radiation. But on the front step, a person who was sitting there blocked the rays from hitting the stone. The only thing left now is a permanent shadow of positive light. After the A bomb, specialists said it would take 75 years for the radiation damaged soil of Hiroshima City to ever grow anything again. But that spring, there were new buds popping up from the earth.

    When I meet you, in that moment, I'm no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share your present. And you, you get to share mine. And that is the greatest present of all.

    So if you tell me I can do the impossible, I'll probably laugh at you. I don't know if I can change the world yet, because I don't know that much about it -- and I don't know that much about reincarnation either, but if you make me laugh hard enough, sometimes I forget what century I'm in.

    This isn't my first time here. This isn't my last time here. These aren't the last words I'll share.

    But just in case, I'm trying my hardest to get it right this time around.”
    Sarah Kay

  • #14
    Jack Kerouac
    “[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #15
    Jack Kerouac
    “Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream”
    Jack Kerouac

  • #16
    Jack Kerouac
    “The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #17
    Jack Kerouac
    “Will you love me in December as you do in May?”
    Jack Kerouac

  • #18
    Jack Kerouac
    “„. . . защото единствените хора за мен са лудите, онези, които са луди за живот, луди за разговори, луди за спасение, онези, които пожелават всичко наведнъж, които никога не се прозяват, нито дрънкат баналности, а горят, горят, горят като приказни жълти фойерверки, разпукват се сред небето, същински звездни паяци, а отвътре блясва синкавата светлина на сърцевината им ... и тогава всички се стъписват: Ауууу!”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #19
    Jack Kerouac
    “So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #20
    Александър Секулов
    “...от мига, когато срещнеш някого и го обикнеш, когато го залюлееш в мислите си, трябва да започнеш да се учиш да живееш без него.”
    Александър Секулов, Малката светица и портокалите

  • #21
    Александър Секулов
    “...никой от тях двамата не обиждаше любовта с претенции за вечност и поради тази причина тя наистина можеше да бъде вечна.”
    Александър Секулов, Малката светица и портокалите

  • #22
    Dr. Seuss
    “Being crazy isn't enough.”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #23
    Dr. Seuss
    “You're off to Great Places!
    Today is your day!
    Your mountain is waiting,
    So... get on your way!”
    Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

  • #24
    Dr. Seuss
    “I love my job. I love the pay!
    ~I love it more and more each day.
    ~I love my boss, he is the best!
    ~I love his boss and all the rest.

    ~I love my office and its location. I hate to have to go on vacation.
    ~I love my furniture, drab and grey, and piles of paper that grow each day!
    ~I think my job is swell, there's nothing else I love so well.
    ~I love to work among my peers, I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.
    ~I love my computer and its software; I hug it often though it won't care.
    ~I love each program and every file, I'd love them more if they worked a while.

    ~I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.
    ~I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
    ~I love this work. I love these chores.
    ~I love the meetings with deadly bores.
    ~I love my job - I'll say it again - I even love those friendly men.
    ~Those friendly men who've come today, in clean white coats to take me away!!!!!”
    Dr. Suess

  • #25
    Ray Bradbury
    “First you jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.”
    Ray Bradbury

  • #26
    Ray Bradbury
    “There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.”
    Ray Bradbury

  • #27
    Ray Bradbury
    “Are you happy?”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #28
    Gregory David Roberts
    “every human heart beat is a universe of possibilities.”
    Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

  • #29
    Arundhati Roy
    “But what was there to say?

    Only that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close, long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness, but hideous grief.

    Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #30
    Arundhati Roy
    “That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things



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