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Visoje šioje sumaištyje niekas iš mūsų nežino ir negali žinoti, ar jis yra tas, kuris tik sapnuoja gyvenimą, ar jis gyvena iš tikrųjų.

turbūt sunkiausia ir būna tada, kai nežinai, kaip jautiesi. kai suprasi, veikiausiai viskas ir paaiškės.

“yra gyvųjų žemė ir mirusiųjų žemė, ir tiltas tarp jų - tai meilė, vienintelė prasmė, vienintelis išganymas”

Noriu papurtyti galvą. Noriu pasakyti, kad tas žodis man nepriklauso. Jis neatitinka manęs ar to, kas aš esu. Tai kitas žodis ir jis priklauso kitam žmogui. Tačiau kokia prasmė priešintis žodžiais?

Tada prispaudė kompasą prie širdies. Kur kitur žmogui gali dar labiau prireikti kompaso?

each time I say goodbye to a place I like, I feel like I am leaving a part of me behind. I guess whether we choose to travel as much as Marco Polo did or stay in the same spot from cradle to grave, life is a sequence of births and deaths. moments are born and moments die. for new experiences to come to light, old ones need to wither away. don’t you think?

Laikrodžiai matuoja laiką. Ką matuoja širdis? Turbūt gyvenimą.

Even if your night’s shelter is uncertain
and your goal still far away
know that there doesn’t exist
a road without and end -
don’t be sad

“If I didn’t manage to write anything substantial there, it was because being happy took up all my time”

“Travelling outgrows its motives. It soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is making you - or unmaking you”

Sometimes dreams are never realised, and you die with them unfulfilled. They are only a pleasant part of you. Sometimes you approach them, and then you see what happens: either disappointment - or a relationship.

"Whenever you don't think you can take another step, the human spirit keeps going, even when you don't want to"

“Trying to keep it was like making a trip by dog sled in a snowstorm: you know where you want to go, but you can’t be sure how long it’s going to take or where you will wind up along the way”

“The angels in this life arrive when we need them most. They don’t come in resplendent white or shining glory, but in the simple dress of an old fashioned school teacher or the anonymous face of a stranger. In the realm of the spiritual we are all angelic if we choose. It is, my people say, the choosing that grants us wings”

“Wild. That’s how I describe it all. My love. My life. Alaska. Truthfully, it’s all the same to me. Alaska doesn’t attract many; most are too tame to handle life up here. But when she gets her hooks in you, she digs deep and holds on, and you become hers. Wild. A lover of cruel beauty and splendid isolation. And God help you, you can’t live anywhere else.”

“God, she loved this place; she loved Alaska’s wild ferocity, its majestic beauty. Even more than the land, she loved the people to whom it spoke. She hadn’t realised until just this moment how deep her love for Alaska ran”

It’s okay to be wrong. It’s okay to take the power of choice and pick the wrong path. Because that’s the other way you learn who you are. You just have to be brave enough to pick another path.

Our lives and circumstances may change but our state of relationship never does. We are always in relationship, so once you have put footprints across someone’s life, they are there. You can be legally divorced from someone, emotionally estranged from friends and family, or someone may die. No matter what, though, you are still in relationship because they don’t end, they just change.

“sometimes when things get taken away from you it feels like there’s a hole at your centre where you can feel the wind blow through, that’s sure,” the old man said.

“What should I do about that?”

“Me, I always went where the wind blows. Don’t know as I ever got an answer but it always felt better being out there.”

-Feels good to miss things-

-Why would that be especially?-

-Well, it makes you know you’re living. That you touched something. That something touched you.-

“It’s all we are in the end. Our stories”

“Žinojau, kad neturiu teisės jo savintis. Tačiau vienatvei pasmerktame gyvenime pasitaiko retų akimirkų, kai greta tavo sielos netikėtai nusileidžia kita, kaip kad žvaigždės per metus paglosto žemę. Man jis buvo būtent tokia žvaigždė”