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"have you stood, / staring out over the swamps, the swirling rivers / where the birds like tossing fires / flash through the trees, their bodies / exchanging a certain happiness / in the sleek, amazing / humdrum of nature's design -- / blood's heaven, spirit's haven, to which / you cannot belong?"

ughh I wish I could retain information better because I love learning and ik I'm not gonna remember everything I want to from this book 😣

lowkey this is how Hemmingway thinks he writes lol

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature."

Reminds me of my cousins ♡ love them to death

"It's embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is. A town on the northern coast of France? Love? Nothing will be healed in this kitchen. Some griefs can never be put right."

MAKE IT STOP!!

i'm literally crying so hard rn i cannot breathe anthony watch out im going to GET YOU FOR THIS 😭

"Werner is listening to the repaired transceiver, feathering the tuning knob back and forth, when a girl's voice says directly into his good ear: At three in the morning I was awakened by a violent blow ... He is here. He is right here below me. Do something. Save her."

im at the point where this novel becomes a thriller and i cannot sit still while reading. I AM STRESSED OUT BUT I HAVE READ THIS ALL BEFORE!!

"Of course it matters. I want to be an engineer. And you want to study birds. Be like that American painter in the swamps. Why else do any of this if not to become who we want to be?"
A stillness in the room...
"Your problem, Werner," says Frederick, "is that you still believe you own your life."

Yeah so i'm gonna throw up

"..every part of him wants to scream: is this not wrong? But here it is right... Frederick can walk for hours in the woods, can identify warbler fifty yards away simply by hearing their song. Frederick hardly ever thinks of himself. Frederick is stronger than he is in every imaginable way. Werner opens his mouth but closes it again; he drowns; he shuts his eyes, his mind."
UGH JUST KILL MEEE

"You know what I used to listen to? On our radio? Before you ruined it?"
"Hush, Jutta. Please."
"Broadcasts from Paris. They'd say the opposite of everything Deutschlandsender says. They'd say we were devils. That we were committing atrocities. Do you know what atrocities means?"
"Please, Jutta."
"Is it right," Jutta says, "to do something only because everyone else is doing it?"
ugh okay ruin me

"Space, time, mass. The air swarms with so much that is invisible! How he wishes he had eyes to see the ultraviolet, eyes to see the infrared, eyes to see radio waves crowding the darkening sky, flashing through the walls of the house."

Werner is so cute and real man I hope nothing bad happens to him..

"You face is leaking."
"Human thing. Don't worry about it."
AWWW I'M GONNA CRY

nooo rocky 😭 he's so cute. I feel bad for him. You're not alone anymore!! omg

shit is bonkers

shit is bonkers

"...There's merit in that, given the complex layered interactions, but no excuse. Let's remember that the "system" is led by individuals, by a relatively small number of people, who have names, with more money than God and certainly less compassion... They know the science, they know the consequences, but they proceed with ecocidal business as usual and do it anyway."
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"This ritualized redistribution of wealth was banned by colonial governments under the influence of missionaries in the 1800s. Potlatches were seen as contrary to "the civilized values of accumulation" and undermined the notions of individual property and advancement essential to assimilation to the colonial agenda."

!!!!!!

"Recognizing "enoughness" is a radical act in an economy that is always urging us to consume more. Data tell the story that there are "enough" food calories on the planet for all 8 billion of us to be nourished. And yet people are starving. Imagine the outcome if we each took only enough, rather than far more than our share."

"Dear Bear, it's no use, the world is like that. So stay where you are, and live long. Someday maybe we'll wise up and remember what you were: hopeless ambassador of a world that returns now only in poets' dreams."

"There is a notion that creative people are absentminded, reckless, heedless of social customs and obligations. It is, hopefully, true."

"Quiet, by its nature, slips away unnoticed. But once it's gone, we notice."

"Unaltered land held an innate harmony, its colors, forms, and lines responding to the ancient dictates of geology, the softening influence of plants and weather. The elegant patterns and arrangements expressed by the wild earth informed our notions of aesthetics. Such land inspired an ineffable sense of awe and wonder, a connection with the divine. This is what I thought of as beauty."

"I wanted to step into the lupine on the crest of the Gallatin Range and keep walking deeper into the backcountry, never to be seen again."
real.

"In the deserted harbor there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ants eat away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools."

"Yes, that is right about power, he said. But there is only one thing that has power completely, and that is love. Because when a man loves, he seeks no power, and therefore he has power. I see only one hope for our country, and that is when white men and black men, desiring neither power nor money, but desiring only the good of their country, come together to work for it."

"The Poet Dreams of the Mountain" – ...I want to see how many stars are still in the sky / that we have smothered for years now, a century at least. / I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all, / and peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know. / All that urgency! Not what the earth is about! ...