Pasaje preferate din carti!

De cate ori imi amintesc de Maestrul si Margareta, imi vine in minte pasajul urmator:

”Ma leg de tine, pamantule, ca eu voi fi a lui Allan si nimanui altuia.Voi creste din el ca iarba din tine. Si cum astepti tu ploaia ,asa ii voi astepta eu venirea ,si cum iti sunt tie razele ,asa va fi trupul lui mie”.

Maitreyi- Mircea Eliade

Ultimul fragment din Tăcere de Shusaku Endo, carte pe care am citit-o de cur

Sarah N.... a scris:

Sufletul de aur al Luciei

articol de Ion Tugui, aparut in "Foaia Cartierului Dorobanti," an I, 1999, nr. 3/ mai, in cadrul rubricii "Oameni... locuri... fapte"

Ce straniu pare sa spun la capatul acestor randuri, ca Lucia este femeia pe care Dumnezeu a ajutat-o, iar drept efect al ajutorului divin, ea nu s-a indreptat spre trufie si ingamfare, ci spre icoanele la care isi spune rugaciunile si spre oamenii pe care profesiunea de scriitor ii condamna la pauperizare. Lucia nu seamana cu lumea. Ea seamana cu sufletul ei de aur.

foarte frumos fragmentul, memorabil!

:soc:

rise_again a scris:

,, sa nu l credeti pe poet cand plange.

niciodata lacrima lui nu a lui.

el a stors lucrurile de lacrimi.

el plange cu lacrima lucrurilor . "

adevarat!

"Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then. It is something to think of, and gives her a sort of distinction among her companions. When is your turn to come? You will hardly bear to be long outdone by Jane. Now is your time. Here are officers enough at Meryton to disappoint all the young ladies in the country. Let Wickham be your man. He is a pleasant fellow, and would jilt you creditably"

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice.

Atunci cand vei intalni dragostea, vei zice ca ai intalnit moartea.

autor necunoscut

"Fie că e vorba de o casă, fie de stele, fie de pustiu, ceea ce le dă frumuseţe răm

XIV

Eu nu culeg din stele-ntelepciune

si totusi sunt un fel de astrolog

dar nu prezic nici rele si nici bune

pricepere de Chonos nu-mi arog.

Sonete- W. Shakespeare .

''Vreme trece,vreme vine,

Toate-s vechi si noi sunt toate,

Ce e rau si ce e bine

Tu te intreaba si socoate.

Nu spera si nu ai teama,

Ce e val ca valul trecete,

De te indeamna, de te cheama

Tu ramai la toate rece." (M.Eminescu-Glossa)

*l-am citat din memorie...scuzati eventualele greseli

"I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was -- I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds and I looked at the high cracked ceiling, and really didn't know who I was for fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon."

-Jack Kerouac, On the Road