”Morarul, când are apă la moară, bea vin şi când n-are apă, nu bea nici apă.” (Proverb românesc)
feb. 232023
feb. 222023
“Too much looking can get in the way of seeing”.” Patrick Rothfuss, ”The Wise Man’s Fear”
feb. 222023
“Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness […]
feb. 222023
“Many of us are destined to be alone, while most of us sentence ourselves to it.” M.F. Moonzajer, ”A moment with God; Poetry”
feb. 222023
“When you get caught up on other peoples’ problems, solve them with caution so you don’t suffer the excessive burdens of regrets.” Darmie Orem
feb. 222023
“it never really occurred to her that literary men, if they like women at all, do not want literary women but girls.” Muriel Spark, ”The Girls of Slender Means”
feb. 222023
“The greatest disease in the West today is not TB or leprosy; it is being unwanted, unloved, and uncared for. We can cure physical diseases with medicine, but the only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread but there are many more dying for a little love. The poverty in the West is a different kind of poverty – it is not only a poverty of loneliness but also of spirituality. There’s a hunger for love, as there is a hunger for God.” Mother Teresa, ”A Simple Path: Mother Teresa”
feb. 222023
“Cine vrea să explice totul prin cuvinte ajunge curând să nu poată explica nimic! Sufletul n-are nevoie de cuvinte pentru a înţelege.” Liviu Rebreanu, Adam și Eva
feb. 222023
“No, no, it’s not all random, if it was really random, the universe would abandon us completely, and the universe doesn’t. It takes care of its most fragile creations in ways we can’t see.” RJ Palacio
feb. 222023
”Acolo zări Sam, preţ de o clipă, furişându-se licărul unei stele albe, printr-o spărtură a norilor, deasupra unui ţanc întunecat al crestei. Şi cum o privea el din meleagul acela uitat de lume, frumuseţea Stelei îl păli drept în inimă şi brusc i se retrezi speranţa. Ca o suliţă îl străpunse gândul limpede şi rece că, la urma urmei, Umbra era un lucru mărunt şi trecător, nimic altceva; lumina şi frumuseţea supremă aveau să dăinuiască veşnic, fără ca ea să le poată întina. Cântecul lui din Turn fusese mai curând o sfruntare, nu o speranţă; căci atunci se gândea la sine. Dar acum, preţ de o clipă, propria sa soartă şi chiar şi aceea a stăpânului său încetară să-l mai frământe. Se târî înapoi sub rugi, se întinse lângă Frodo şi, dând uitării orice teamă, se cufundă într-un somn adânc şi netulburat.” J.R.R. Tolkien, ”Stăpânul inelelor”, vol. III, ”Întoarcerea regelui”
feb. 222023
“She sucked up her tears and sniffled one last time. She wasn’t really ready, but she knew she had to be. She wiped her cheeks dry and summoned up all the courage she could muster. This was a matter of life and death. These strangers she was with would sooner leave her behind than risk their lives for her. She had to be tough, at least, for now.” Jason Medina, ”The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel”
feb. 212023
“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.” Aristotle
feb. 212023
“Nu-ţi îmbogăţeşti sufletul cu adevăruri mărunte: cine şi-ar face avere adunând praful de aur împrăştiat pe pământ?” Lucian Blaga
feb. 212023
“When we are no longer children we are already dead” Constantin Brâncuși
feb. 212023
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, […]
