“In the half darkness I winked to my other self, my mad dictator, and congratulated him on his droll victory. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth flowing from Shosha's head to my face. What did I have to lose? Nothing more than what everyone loses anyway.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“Irgendwo war mir ein Rest von Glauben an den freien Willen geblieben, aber an diesem Morgen war ich sicher, dem Menschen blieb so viel freie Wahl wie dem Uhrwerk in meiner Armbanduhr oder der Fliege, die auf dem Rand meiner Untertasse saß. Es waren die gleichen Kräfte, die Hitler, Stalin, den Papst, den Rabbi von Gur und ein Molekül in der Mitte der Erde antrieben, wie auch ein Sternbild, das Milliarden Lichtjahre entfernt von der Milchstraße war. Blinde Mächte? Sehende Mächte? Es war gleichgültig geworden. Es war uns bestimmt, unsere kleinen Spiele zu spielen und zermalmt zu werden.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“Wann immer ich vom Leben den Status quo erwarte, taucht etwas ganz unerwartetes auf. Die Weltgeschichte ist aus dem gleichen Teig gemacht wie Semmeln. Hauptsache, sie sind frisch.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“Wie ich höre, zeigt auch der Himmel eine Leidenschaft für das Neue. Ein Stern wird müde, ein Stern zu sein, und er explodiert und wird eine Nova.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“Wir Juden haben die Völker mit einem ewigen Gott belastet, und darum hassen sie uns.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“But I never forgot Shosha. I dreamed of her at night. In my dreams she was both dead and alive. I played with her in a garden which was also a cemetery. Dead girls joined us there, wearing garments that were ornate shrouds. They danced in circles and sang songs. They swung, skated, occasionally hovered in the air. The birds there were different from any I knew. They were as big as eagles, as colorful as parrots. They spoke Yiddish. From the thickets surrounding the garden, beasts with human faces showed themselves. Shosha was at home in this garden, and instead of my pointing out and explaining to her as I had done in the past, she revealed to me things I hadn't known and whispered secrets in my ear. Her hair had grown long enough to reach her loins, and her flesh glowed like mother-of-pearl. I always awoke from this dream with a sweet taste in my mouth and the impression that Shosha was on longer living.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“But I never forgot Shosha. I dreamed of her at night. In my dreams she was both dead and alive. I played with her in a garden which was also a cemetery. Dead girls joined us there, wearing garments that were ornate shrouds. They danced in circles and sang songs. They swung, skated, occasionally hovered in the air. I strolled with Shosha in a forest of gigantic trees that reached the sky. The birds there were different from any I knew. They were as big as eagles, as colorful as parrots. They spoke Yiddish. From the thickets surrounding the garden, beasts with human faces showed themselves. Shosha was at home in this garden, and instead of my pointing out and explaining to her as I had done in the past, she revealed to me things I hadn't known and whispered secrets in my ear. Her hair had grown long enough to reach her loins, and her flesh glowed like mother-of-pearl. I always awoke from this dream with a sweet taste in my mouth and the impression that Shosha was on longer living.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“— Куда ушли все эти годы? Кто будет по мнить их после того, как уйдем и мы? Писатели будут писать, но они все перевернут вверх ногами. Должно же быть место, где все останется, до мельчайших подробностей. Пускай нам говорят, что мухи попадают в паутину и паук их высасывает досуха. Во Вселенной существует такое, что не может быть забыто. Если все можно забыть, Вселенную не стоило и создавать. Вы понимаете меня или нет?
— Да, Геймл.
— Цуцик, это ваши слова!
— Не помню, чтобы я это говорил.
— Вы не помните, а я помню. Я помню все, что сказал Морис, сказали вы, сказала Селия. Временами вы говорили забавные глупости, и их я помню тоже. Если Бог есть мудрость, то как может существовать глупость? А если Бог есть жизнь, то как может существовать смерть? Я лежу ночью, маленький человечек, полураздавленное насекомое, и говорю со смертью, с живыми, с Богом, если Он есть, и с Сатаной, который уж определенно существует. Я спрашиваю у них: "Зачем нужно, чтобы все это существовало?" — и жду ответа. Как вы думаете, Цуцик, есть где-нибудь ответ или нет?
— Нет. Нет ответа.
— Почему же нет?
— Не может быть оправданий для страданий — и для страдальцев его тоже нет.
— Тогда чего же я жду?
Геня отворила дверь:
— Что вы сидите в темноте, хотела бы я знать?
Геймл улыбнулся:
— Мы ждем ответа.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“Was die Moralisten das Böse nannten, war in Wirklichkeit die Lebensregel.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“Wir laufen davon, und der Berg Sinai läuft hinter uns her. Diese Jagd hat uns krank gemacht.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“Ich erinnere mich noch an Ihre Worte: „Die Welt ist ein Schlachthaus und ein Bordell.“ Damals schien mir das übertrieben, aber es ist bittere Wahrheit. Man hält Sie für einen Mystiker, aber in Wirklichkeit sind Sie durch und durch Realist. Wie dem auch sei, alles wird uns aufgezwungen, selbst die Hoffnung.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, quote from Shosha
“Människohjärtan är inte gjorda av sten (s. 251).”
― Cressida Cowell, quote from How to Twist a Dragon's Tale
“Why does it take a life ending to learn how to cherish each day? Why must we wait until we run out of time to start to accomplish all that we dreamed, when once we had all the time in the world? Why don’t we look at the person we love the most like it’s the last time we will ever see them? Because if we did, life would be so vibrant. Life would be so truly and completely lived.”
― Tillie Cole, quote from A Thousand Boy Kisses
“Sister Monica Joan murmured, as though to herself, but loud enough to be heard by all, "How perfectly charming. Old enough to know it all, and young enough to blush. Perfectly charming.”
― Jennifer Worth, quote from Call the Midwife
“Women, it says, “manufacture men and play a great role in guiding and educating the [new] generation. The”
― Geraldine Brooks, quote from Nine Parts of Desire: The Hidden World of Islamic Women
“We that are bred up in learning, and destinated by our parents to this end, we suffer our childhood in the grammar-school, which Austin calls magnam tyrannidem, et grave malum, and compares it to the torments of martyrdom; when we come to the university, if we live of the college allowance, as Phalaris objected to the Leontines, [Greek: pan ton endeis plaen limou kai phobou] , needy of all things but hunger and fear, or if we be maintained but partly by our parents' cost, do expend in unnecessary maintenance, books and degrees, before we come to any perfection, five hundred pounds, or a thousand marks. If by this price of the expense of time, our bodies and spirits, our substance and patrimonies, we cannot purchase those small rewards, which are ours by law, and the right of inheritance, a poor parsonage, or a vicarage of 50 l. per annum, but we must pay to the patron for the lease of a life (a spent and out-worn life) either in annual pension, or above the rate of a copyhold, and that with the hazard and loss of our souls, by simony and perjury, and the forfeiture of all our spiritual preferments, in esse and posse, both present and to come. What father after a while will be so improvident to bring up his son to his great charge, to this necessary beggary? What Christian will be so irreligious, to bring up his son in that course of life, which by all probability and necessity, coget ad turpia, enforcing to sin, will entangle him in simony and perjury, when as the poet said, Invitatus ad hæc aliquis de ponte negabit: a beggar's brat taken from the bridge where he sits a begging, if he knew the inconvenience, had cause to refuse it." This being thus, have not we fished fair all this while, that are initiate divines, to find no better fruits of our labours, [2030] hoc est cur palles, cur quis non prandeat hoc est? do we macerate ourselves for this? Is it for this we rise so early all the year long? [2031] "Leaping" (as he saith) "out of our beds, when we hear the bell ring, as if we had heard a thunderclap." If this be all the respect, reward and honour we shall have, [2032] frange leves calamos, et scinde Thalia libellos: let us give over our books, and betake ourselves to some other course of life; to what end should we study?”
― Robert Burton, quote from The Anatomy of Melancholy
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