Kenneth Bareksten

“Madame Bovary"
Konversasjonen var platt som et fortau. Der promenerte de mest banale av tanker, i hverdagsklær og uten å vekke følelser, latter eller drømmer.”
― Flaubert Gustave

“Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

“Jeg kastet glasset av all min kraft. Det knuste ikke. Selv ikke den klassiske øvelsen ´kaste glass i peisen under en krangel´, fikk jeg til.”
― Karl Ove Knausgård, Min kamp 2

“The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them. Here they have brought the soup for you, eat it, it will do you good. It’s first-rate soup, they know how to make it here. I want to travel in Europe, Alyosha, I shall set off from here. And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it’s a most precious graveyard, that’s what it is! Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I’m convinced in my heart that it’s long been nothing but a graveyard. And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov