Tag Archive: quotes

Waiting in Sarajevo

“What does your sorrow do while you are sleeping? It is awaken and waiting. And, when it loses patience, it wakes you up.” Ivo Andrić, a Bosnian writer, awarded with the Nobel Prize… Continue reading

The joy of having a dog.

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.  ~Ben Williams

The circle of trust (self portrait)

“Those who do not understand the nature of sin and virtue are attached to duality; they wander around deluded.” Sri Guru Granth Sahib

What came in through the window one afternoon.

“All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.” Walt Whitman

Henry Miller on what it takes to become an artist.

“One doesn’t become an artist overnight. First you have to be crushed, to have your conflicting points of view annihilated. You have to be wiped out as a human being in order to… Continue reading

The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 17. – Girls -

A lot of schools were home for vacation already, and there were about a million girls sitting and standing around waiting for their dates to show up. Girls with their legs crossed, girls… Continue reading

Can a tree be a friend?

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.

The day before the two week snow blizzard that left us cut off from the world.

One day before the two week snow blizzard that left us cut off from the world.

We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.

Karl Franz Kafka, letter to Oskar Pollak, November 8, 1903.

(This picture of me walking in the woods was taken by my sister in early February 2012. The next day we woke up it started snowing all day long. It didn’t stop for two whole weeks. The elders say they had not seen so much snow in decades. It was indeed one cold February.)