Защо би поискал деца?!
But she has no great tenderness even in her best of moods, and, sooner or later - oftener sooner than late - is apt to fling off her nestlings with a scratch of her claw, a dab of her beak, or a rankling wound from her barbed arrows.
“Living with life is very hard. Mostly we do our best to stifle life - to be tame or to be wanton, to be tranquillized or raging. Extremes have the same effect; they insulate us from the intensity of life.
And extremes - whether of dullness or fury - successfully prevent feeling. I know our feelings can be so unbearable that we employ ingenious strategies - unconscious strategies - to keep those feelings away. We do a feelings-swap, where we avoid feeling sad or lonely or afraid or inadequate, and feel angry instead. It can work the other way, too - sometimes you do need to feel angry, not inadequate; sometimes you do need to feel love and acceptance, and not the tragic drama of your life.
It takes courage to feel the feeling - and not trade it on the feelings-exchange, or even transfer it altogether to another person.”
- Jeanette Winterson
Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
There is really nothing you must be. And there is nothing you must do. There is really nothing you must have. And there is nothing you must know. There is really nothing you must become. However it helps to understand that fire burns, and when it rains the earth gets wet. “Whatever, there are consequences. Nobody is exempt,” said the Master.
— Robert Fulghum
I celebrate this moment with you, Lord.
To walk in money through the night crowd, protected by money, lulled by money, dulled by money, the crowd itself a money, the breath money, no least single object anywhere that is not money, money, money everywhere and still not enough, and then no money or a little money or less money or more money, but money, always money, and if you have money or you don’t have money it is the money that counts and money makes money, but what makes money make money?
—Tropic of Capricorn (1939)
That day, I really believe that I had grasped something and that henceforth my life would be changed. But insights cannot be held for ever. Like water, the world ripples across you and for a while you take on its colours. Then it recedes, and leaves you face to face with the void you carry inside yourself, confronting the central inadequacy of soul which you must learn to rub shoulders with and to combat, and which, paradoxically, may be our surest impetus.
дето на М. баща й си хваща главата с ръце и пита: “Боже, от целия свят как можах точно в България да се родя?! И то в Севлиево, Боже!”
и аз същото