Bonsai Quotes

“To read is to cover one's face. And to write is to show it.”
― Alejandro Zambra, Formas de volver a casa

“All that I love
I fold over once
And once again”
― Edith L. Tiempo

“What’s the kindest thing you almost did? Is your fear of insomnia stronger than your fear of what awoke you? Are bonsai cruel? Do you love what you love, or just the feeling? Your earliest memories: do you look through your young eyes, or look at your young self? Which feels worse: to know that there are people who do more with less talent, or that there are people with more talent? Do you walk on moving walkways? Should it make any difference that you knew it was wrong �as you were doing it? Would you trade actual intelligence for the perception of being smarter? Why does it bother you when someone at the next table is having a conversation on a cell phone? How many years of your life would you trade for the greatest month of your life? What would you tell your father, if it were possible? Which is changing faster, your body, or your mind? Is it cruel to tell an old person his prognosis? Are you in any way angry at your phone? When you pass �a storefront, do you look at what’s inside, look at your reflection, or neither? Is there anything you would die for if no one could ever know you died for it? If you could be assured that money wouldn’t make �you any small bit happier, would you still want more money? What has �been irrevocably spoiled for you? If your deepest secret became public, �would you be forgiven? Is your best friend your kindest friend? Is it in any way cruel to give a dog a name? Is there anything you feel a need to confess? You know it’s a “murder of crows” and a “wake of buzzards” but it’s a what of ravens, again? What is it about death that you’re �afraid of? How does it make you feel to know that it’s an “unkindness �of ravens”?”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“To scale all love down
To a cupped hand’s size”
― Edith L. Tiempo

“It’s utter sublimation,
A feat, this heart’s control
Moment to moment
To scale all love down
To a cupped hand’s size”
― Edith L. Tiempo

“Sobre el fin del milenio, las personas que tienen asegurada casa, comida, entradas al cine, ropa y discos viven hostigadas por la idea de que hay una fiesta, una gran fiesta, pero que está siempre sucediendo en otro lado. Les tengo malas noticias, amigos: la fiesta no está en ninguna parte.
Estar conectado, vivir sin riesgos, imaginarse el mundo como un lugar claro y racional donde queremos habitar…Esa es la distopía que propulsa a las propagandas de telefonía celular.
En realidad no estamos conectados con nadie.
Cada vez acumulamos más información -podemos tener 5 mil canciones en un ipod- , pero, ya no podemos pensar.
Ya lo dijo Sara Connor, la mamá de John en Terminator: Las máquinas vienen por nosotros.
Se achican, cada vez más pequeñas, símbolo de perfección y pedigrí para quien las posea. Mientras tanto nosotros engordamos de comida, discos, películas y revistas que ya leemos de reojo porque no damos más…”
― Fabián Casas

“There are no borders in bonsai. The dove of peace flies to palace as to humble house, to young as to old, to rich and poor. So does the spirit of bonsai.”
― John Yoshio Naka

“Tantalia' is the tale of a couple who decide to buy a little plant to keep as a symbol of the love that binds them. Too late, they realize that if the plant dies, the love that binds them will die too. And since the love that binds them is immense and they aren't willing to sacrifice it for anything, they decide to lose the plant amid a crowd of identical plants. Then comes the desolation, the tragedy of knowing that now they can never find it again.”
― Alejandro Zambra, Bonsai