Karolina > Recent Status Updates

‘After all, isn’t the purpose of the novel, or a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share?’

‘I realised that the longing for art, like the longing for love, is a malady that blinds us, and makes us forget the things we already know, obscuring reality.’

‘We’d be who we were, and we could either come to grips with this fact and like the person we’d become or live with regret and disappointment.’

‘Life is either a collision of random events, like billiard balls during a break careening off and into one another, or if you are so inclined to believe, our predetermined fate- what my mother took such great confirm in calling God’s will.’

‘It is unnerving how much easier it is to be Tata than herself. She knows his habits, his desires, his needs, his movement. But hers are as unfamiliar as a stranger. The terror she feels is the terror of failing at being herself. Because if she fails at this she has lost everything: not only who she is but, but who she might be.’

‘An artist needs silence. He must not be distracted, not be disturbed… Art is created out of silence.’

‘Something inside a man goes to pieces when he has to bury the only person who ever understood him. There is no time to heal that sort of wound.’

‘Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you. Then over the years the walls become weathered, wood splinters here and there and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfections, but rather imperfections.’

‘If anyone had asked, he would have told them that he never lived before he met her. And not after, either.’

‘He was a man of black and white. And she was colour. All the colour he had.’

‘But I guess if a work of art makes us see something familiar in a new way or makes us feel something we ought to have felt all along or shows us place in the world more clearly, maybe then it qualifies as ‘good’. If it makes us better somehow, maybe that’s what gives it value.’

‘Have more fun, since the way the world is going we are all on death’s door and it is not worth while to leave this world without having had a little fun in life…’

‘ I adore surprises and the unexpected. I like to go beyond realism. For this reason, I would like to see lions coming out of that bookshelf and not books. My painting naturally reflects these predilections and also my state of mind.’

‘In a sense Frida was like a Mexican piñata, a fragile vessel decorated with frills and ruffles, filled with sweets and surprises, but destined to be smashed. Just as blindfolded children swing at piñata with a broomstick, life dealt Frida blow after blow. While the piñata dances and sways, the knowledge that it is about to be destroyed makes its bright beauty all the more poignant.’

‘Painting was part of Frida Kahlo’s battle for life. It was also very much a part of her self-creation: in her art, as in her life, a theatrical self-presentation was a means to control her world.’

‘The pain of loosing something precious - be it earthly happiness or material wealth - can be forgotten over time. But our missed opportunities never leave us, and every time they come back to haunt us, we ache. Or perhaps what haunts us is that nagging thought that things might have turned out differently. Because without that thought, we would put it down to fate and accept it.’

‘This intimacy came from thinking alike; in truth, it came from accepting one side of an idea while preparing to pay the price demanded by the other. But isn’t this how souls come together, by holding another’s every idea to be true and making it their own?’

‘A soul only came forward when it found its twin, when it felt no need to rely on mere words to explain itself… It was only then that we truly begin to live - live with our soul.’

‘Nothing grieves me more than seeing someone who has given up on the world being forced to smile.’

‘Only now did I begin to understand why it was not always through words that people sought each other out to understand each other, and why poets went to such lengths to seek out companions who could, like them, contemplate the beauties of nature in silence.’

‘Unlike the movies, you don’t just leave your home, your marriage and everything you know and simply start a new life. There is a bit in between where you’re just breathing - like a drowning men who clings onto a rock. You know you’re alive, you can move, you can speak, but something is missing.’

‘It cost our ancestors too damned much for us to have this life - the best thing we can do to honour them is to live it to the fullest.’

‘And if all you have left is your faith, then you cling to it with every shred of strength you have left- do you hear me?’

‘I’m homesick all the time. I just don’t know where the home is. There is this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.’

‘ Your peers when you are a teenager will always be the keepers of your embarrassments and regret. It was one of life’s great injustices, that you can move on and be accomplished and happy, but the moment you see someone from high school you immediately become the person you were then, not the person you are now.’

‘Courage is not the absence of fear, Pete knew. Courage requires fear.’

‘Let the urge flare in the light of recent events, he thought. Let it have its moment. And then let it die.’

‘Perhaps that is what it is like being with other people. Perhaps even people you like and admire immensely can make you see the world in ways you would rather not. ‘

‘Words hold such immense power. A book is a door to the unknown; it warmly welcomes those who step inside and transports them to all sorts of times and places.’

‘Once created, memories and words will never be erased. Even if you forget yourself completely, that will never mean that you did not exist. You see, when a tree falls in a forest, and no one is there to hear it, it will still make a sound.’