Memorias de una vida. Alberttini R.

Un espacio dedicado a compartir un poco de arte, literatura, poesía, belleza y buenas letras.

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

But what is the sense in forever speculating what might have happened had such and such a moment turned out differently? One could presumably drive oneself to distraction in this way. In any case, while it is all very well to talk of "turning points", one can surely only recognize such moments in retrospect. Naturally, when one looks back to such instances today, they may indeed take the appearance of being crucial, precious moments in one's life; but of course, at the time, this was not the impression one had.. Rather, it was as though one had available a never-ending number of days, months, years in which to sort out the vagaries of one's relationship with Miss Kenton; an infinite number of further opportunities in which to remedy the effect of this or that misunderstanding. There was surely nothing to indicate at the time that such evidently small incidents would render whole dreams forever irredeemable.

– Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day

[wohlbemerkt]

[librosyfrases]

Finalmente, todo lo que pido es que me digan con simpatía dos palabras fraternales, que no me aparten a la primera, que crean en mí de palabra, que escuchen atentas lo que voy a decir, que se rían de mí si quieren, que me infundan esperanzas, que me digan dos palabras, dos palabras nada más, y luego no importa si no nos vemos más…

Fiódor Dostoievski, Noches Blancas

[thirdity]

“Only now did I understand that laughter of Goethe, the laughter of the Immortals. It had no object, this laughter. It was pure light, pure brightness; it was what remains when an authentic human being has lived through humankind’s sufferings, vices, errors, passions and misunderstandings and managed to break through into the realm of eternity, into outer space. And ‘eternity’ was none other than the redemption of time, so to speak, its restoration to a state of innocence, its retransformation into space.”

— Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

[thirdity]

“The great ones do not set up offices, charge fees, give lectures, or write books. […] The great ones are indifferent, in the profoundest sense. They don’t ask you to believe: they electrify you by their behavior. They are the awakeners. What you do with your petty life is of no concern to them. What you do with your life is only of concern to you, they seem to say. In short, their only purpose here on earth is to inspire. And what more can one ask of a human being than that?”

— Henry Miller, The Rosy Crucifixion

[intopermanence]

“How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities?”

— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. I: “March, 1933”

[wholesomeobsessive]

“There are two ways to escape suffering. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.”

— Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

[onetwofeb]

[librosyfrases]

-Es un dolor extraño. En voz baja -Morir de nostalgia por algo que no vivirás nunca.

-Alessandro Baricco, Seda

[fravery]

"And the memories of all we have loved stay and come back to us in the evening of our life. They are not dead but asleep, and it is well to gather a treasure of them.”

Vincent van Gogh - The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh.

[librosyfrases]

Hay aire y sol, hay nubes. Allá arriba un cielo azul y detrás de él tal vez haya canciones; tal vez mejores voces… Hay esperanza, en suma. Hay esperanza para nosotros, contra nuestro pesar.

Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

"Me? All my pleasures are looking at what used to be pleasures."

— Kurt Vonnegut, from “Miss Temptation,” Welcome to the Monkey House (Delacorte, 1968)

[thoughtkick]

“I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

…this great, silent darkness. It's as if it would never be light again.

– Ingmar Bergman, from “The Hour of the Wolf,” Four Stories (Anchor, 1976)

[philosophybits]

“The appetites will rule if the mind is vacant.”

— Mary Wollstonecraft, “Letter to Henry Gabell (16 April 1787)”

[lustingupon]

“This August has been like a gulf—a deep breath before the release of everything in a wild effort.”

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1935-1942; September 1937; tr. by Philip Thody (via metrosouthern)

[petaltexturedskies]

It is not enough for two people to find each other, it is also very important that they find each other at the right moment and hold deep, quiet festivals in which their desires merge so that they can fight as one against storms. How many people have parted ways because they did not find the time slowly to grow close to each other? Before two people can experience unhappiness together, they have to have been blissful together and possess a sacred memory of that time, which evokes a kindred smile on their lips and a kindred longing in their souls. They become like children who have lived through the festivities of a Christmas night together; when they find a few minutes to catch their breath during the pale, drawn-out days, they will sit down together and tell each other with glowing cheeks about that pin-tree-scented nighttime full of sparkling lights… Such people will weather all storms together.

Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, dated 5 September 1897, from Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters