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“May you rise with the sun, ready to make hay.
May the rains come at night to wash your cares away.
May you sleep with the angels sittin' on your bed.
May you be an hour in Heaven a'fore the Devil knows you're dead.”
― The Witches of New York
May the rains come at night to wash your cares away.
May you sleep with the angels sittin' on your bed.
May you be an hour in Heaven a'fore the Devil knows you're dead.”
― The Witches of New York
“In quelle condizioni era naturale essere depresso, come è naturale che lo sia per chiunque abbia ancora un'idea di quel che la vita potrebbe essere e non è. La depressione diventa un diritto, quando uno si guarda attorno e non vede niente o nessuno che lo ispiri, quando il mondo sembra scivolare via in una gora di ottusità e di grettezza materialista.”
― A Fortune-Teller Told Me: Earthbound Travels in the Far East
― A Fortune-Teller Told Me: Earthbound Travels in the Far East
“This is one aspect of a reporter's job that never ceases to fascinate and disturb me: facts that go unreported do not exist. How many massacres, how many earthquakes happen in the world, how many ships sink, how many volcanoes erupt, and how many people are persecuted, tortured and killed. Yet if no one is there to see, to write, to take a photograph, it is as if these facts had never occurred, this suffering has no importance, no place in history. Because history exists only if someone relates it. Every little description of a thing observed one can leave a seed in the soil of memory - that keeps me tied to my profession.”
― A Fortune-Teller Told Me: Earthbound Travels in the Far East
― A Fortune-Teller Told Me: Earthbound Travels in the Far East
“For a child, the loss of a parent is the loss of memory itself.”
― Ostatni świadkowie. Utwory solowe na głos dziecięcy
― Ostatni świadkowie. Utwory solowe na głos dziecięcy
“Most of us mortals never get to know our real destiny; we're just trampled by it. By the time we raise our heads and see it moving off down the road, it's already too late, and we have to walk the rest of the way along the straight and narrow ditch the dreamers call maturity. Hope is no more than the belief that that moment hasn't yet come, that we might still manage to see our real destiny when it draws near and jump on board before the chance of being ourselves disappears forever, condemning us to live in emptiness, missing what should have been and never was.”
― The Labyrinth of the Spirits
― The Labyrinth of the Spirits
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