De doua mii de ani..., Mihail Sebastian

"Ce face Mihail Sebastian in Marea Britanie" de Luiza Vasiliu

     "Sa fugi de tine o zi, doua, douazeci nu e usor, dar nici imposibil. Faci matematici si marxism ca S.T.H. faci sionism ca Winkler, citesti carti ca mine, umbli dupa femei sau joci sah, sau te dai cu capul de pereti. Dar intr-o zi, intr-un minut de neatentie, te intalnesti cu tine insuti la un colt de suflet, cum te-ai intalni la un colt de strada cu un creditor de care te-ai ferit zadarnic. Dai ochii cu tine si atunci intelegi cat de inutile sunt toate evadarile din aceasta inchisoare fara ziduri, fara porti si fara gratii, din aceasta inchisoare care este insasi viata ta."

     "Ce i-as reprosa antisemitismului, inainte de orice, daca mi-as recunoaste calitatea de judecator, ar fi lipsa lui de imaginatie: "masonerie, camatarie, omor ritual" - Si pe urma?

      Vai cat de putin! Vai cat e de sarac!

     Cea mai scazuta constiinta de evreu, cea mai de rand inteligenta ovreiasca isi descopera sie insasi pacate nesfarsit mai grave, obscuritati nemasurat mai grele, catastrofe incomparabil mai rasturnatoare.

     Ei n-au impotriva noastra decat piatra, uneori revolverul. Noi avem, in lupta pe care o ducem etern cu noi insine, vitriolul acesta subtil care consuma incet, dar ireparabil si care este propria noastra inima."

    "Un lucru insa iti voi spune: orice judecata globala despre orice categorie de oameni ma infioara. Eu nu sunt mistic. Am oroare de adevaruri generale. Eu nu pot judeca decat de la caz la caz, de la om la om, de la nuanta la nuanta."

Traieste in felul tau. Ce inseamna cu adevarat sa fii rebel? OSHO

     Cand vom avea indivizi, vom avea cu totul altfel de societati: vor fi comune, nu societati. Nu vor mai exista natiuni, fiindca nu e nevoie de ele.

    Ce nevoie e de natiuni? Pamantul intreg e unul. Numai pe harti continuati sa trasati linii si din cauza acelor linii va luptati si va omorati si va masacrati. E un joc atat de stupid incat, daca nu cumva intreaga omenire e nebuna, e imposibil de inteles cum de continua.

     Ce nevoie e de natiuni? Ce nevoie e de pasapoarte si de vize si de granite? Acest intreg pamant e al nostru: oriunde vrea un om sa fie, are dreptul sa fie. Soarele nu e proprietatea nimanui, pamantul nu e proprietatea nimanui, luna nu e proprietatea nimanui; vantul, norii, ploaia - nimic nu e proprietatea nimanui. De ce trageti aceste linii?

     E lesne de inteles... in curand veti vedea linii pe luna. Deocamdata nu sunt, dar in curand veti vedea zona rusa, zona americana, zona chineza. Nu traieste nimeni acolo, nu va trai nimeni niciodata acolo. Nu pare sa existe posibilitate ca viata sa se dezvolte pe luna. Luna e moarta - nu se gaseste pe ea nici macar o singura picatura de apa. Da, poti sta acolo cateva ore cu masca de gaze si cilindri de oxigen si toate cele necesare, dar oamenii nu pot trai asa acolo. Insa deja si-au pus steagurile... Nu e nimeni acolo sa vada steagul, nimeni care sa salute steagul - nici macar vreo pasare care sa se gainateze din cand in cand pe el! Primul lucru pe care l-au facut americanii a fost sa puna un stalp si sa ridice steagul. Ce idiotenie! Si pentru cine? Dar vor urma si alti netoti. Se vor duce pe Marte, se vor duce pe alte planete si vor face acelasi lucru peste tot.

     Nu e nevoie de natiuni - atat numai ca politicienii au nevoie de natiuni, pentru ca fara natiuni nu va exista politica; atat numai ca generalii au nevoie de natiuni, pentru ca fara natiuni nu vor fi razboaie; atat numai ca fabricile care produc arme vor ramane fara producrie. Ce se va intampla cu fabricile voastre de arme nucleare si cu toata energia implicata in ele? - caci daca nu mai exista natiuni, nu mai e nevoie sa fabrici arme nucleare. Pentru cine?

     Solutia cea mai simpla pentru a salva umanitatea este sa fie inlaturate de pe harta toate liniile - si doar de pe harta; pe pamant nu exista linii. Doar de pe harta inlaturati toate liniile si nu veti mai avea al treilea razboi mondial si nu veti mai avea nevoie de atatea armate in toata lumea.

   Insa eu vreau sa-ti spun ca a pasi clipa de clipa in necunoscut reprezinta cea mai mare binecuvantare a vietii. A ramane in sfera cunoscutului e plictiseala pura, fiecare zi e la fel. Si ce rost are sa traiesti? Ai mai trait acelasi lucru de mai multe ori, in multe zile.

      Incurajarea mea pentru tine este: iubeste schimbarea, iubeste necunoscutul.

    Risca tot ceea ce iti e cunoscut in favoarea necunoscutului si vei fi intotdeauna intr-o stare de extaz. Vei fi intotdeauna un castigator, fiindca necunoscutul are comori ascunse pe care le dezvaluie numai celor care pot renunta la cunoscut. Insa eu nu-ti pot spune decat atat: renuntarea trebuie sa vina din partea ta. Ea trebuie sa fie decizia ta, angajamentul tau - numai atunci iti va aduce bucurie.

Intimitatea, OSHO

     "Sa fii autentic inseamna sa ramai fidel fata de propria fiinta. Cum sa ramai fidel? Trebuie sa tii seama de trei lucruri, sa le respecti cu sfintenie. Primul, sa nu asculti niciodata de nimeni, sa nu asculti ce ti se spune. Asculta-ti intotdeauna vocea interioara, ce ai vrea sa fii, altfel iti vei irosi toata viata. Mama ta vrea sa fii inginer, tatal tau vrea sa fii doctor, tu vrei sa fii poet. Ce e de facut? Bineinteles ca mama are dreptate, pentru ca, din punct de vedere financiar, e mai bine sa fii inginer. Si tata are dreptate, pentru ca meseria de doctor e o marfa buna pe piata, are o valoare de piata. Poet? Ai innebunit? Nu esti in toate mintile? Poetii sunt blestemati. Nimeni nu-i vrea. Nu e nevoie de ei; lumea poate sa existe fara poezie - nu va fi nicio nenorocire daca nu exista poezie. Lumea nu poate sa existe fara ingineri; lumea are nevoie de ingineri. Daca esti necesar, esti valoros. Daca nu esti necesar, n-ai nici o valoare.

Dar daca tu vrei sa fii poet, fii poet. Poate ai sa fii cersetor - bine. Poate n-ai sa te imbogatesti din poezie, dar sa nu-ti faci griji din pricina asta, pentru ca altfel ai putea fi un mare inginer, ai putea castiga multi bani, dar nu te vei simti implinit, nu vei avea nicio satisfactie, vei tanji mereu, fiinta ta interoara va tanji sa fie poet.

     Am auzit ca un mare om de stiinta, un chirurg caruia i s-a acordat Premiul Nobel, a fost intrebat: "Cand ti s-a acordat Premiul Nobel, nu pareai prea fericit. De ce?" Chirurgul a raspuns: "Eu am vrut mereu sa fiu dansator. N-am vrut din capul locului sa fiu chirurg, si acum nu numai ca am ajuns chirurg, dar sunt si un foarte bun chirurg si asta e o povara. Voiam sa fiu doar dansator si am ramas un dansator ratat - asta e durerea mea. Ori de cate ori vad pe cineva dansand, ma simt foarte nefericit, trec prin chinurile iadului. Ce sa fac cu acest Premiu Nobel? El nu poate sa devina un dans pentru mine, nu-mi poate oferi un dans.""

     "Asa ca vreau sa-ti spun urmatorul lucru: accepta-te asa cum esti. Este cel mai greu lucru din lume, intrucat intra in conflict cu educatia ta, cu cultura ta. De la inceput ti s-a spus cum ar trebui sa fii. Nimeni nu ti-a spus ca esti bun asa cum esti, toti ti-au introdus in minte diverse programe. Ai fost programat de parinti, de preoti, de politicieni, de profesori, iar ideea a fost una singura - sa te imbunatatesti, sa te perfectionezi. Nu conteaza cine esti, trebui sa alergi dupa altceva, continuu, fara odihna. Invatatura mea e simpla: nu amana viata. Nu astepta ziua de maine, ea nu vine niciodata. Traieste astazi!"

     "Cand te indragostesti de o persoana, persoana aceea ti se pare frumoasa. Iubirea introduce ideea de frumusete, nu invers. Insa rar se intampla sa gasesti o persoana care sa se potriveasca intru totul cu tine. Iar daca ai norocul sa o intalnesti, viata e un cantec. Atunci exista doua trupuri si un singur suflet - acesta este cuplul adevarat."

Make up, don't break up, Bonnie Eaker Weil

"Don't confuse passion with intimacy. Passion develops fast, then levels off. Physical attraction is the strongest part of passion. Intimacy begins slowly and accelerates with time. Mental and emotional attraction is the strongest part of intimacy."

 "Here's what men in my seminars say about why they don't call when they say they will:
    The Number One Answer
    The day after the date or when you first meet is too soon. The next day still feels too aggressive and desperate. The third day is the turning point. If four days go by, I start thinking she might bitch at me by now, since it's been four days. By the fifth day, I feel too guilty. I know she'll ne mad, so why call?
     Other Answers

• She was so intense, I told her I'd call so she'd leave me alone
• I need time to think
• I might just want to be friends
• It seems like she's looking for a husband
• I want her to like me for who I am and she seemed more interested in what I do
• She wants to have kids. I'm not even ready to be a husband, let alone a dad
• I wanted to see if she'd call me
• I don't want her to think she's got me wrapped around her little finger
• What if she says no
• I like her too much
• I was just being polite"

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Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez

    "Tell him yes, she said. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no."

    "With her Florentino Ariza learned what he had already experienced many times without realizing it: that one can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them. Alone in the midst of the crowd on the pier, he said to himself in a flash on anger: my heart has more rooms than a whorehouse."

      "The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love."

     "The Captain looked at Fermina Daza and saw on her eyelashes the first glimmer of wintry frost. Then he looked at Florentino Ariza, his invincible power, his intrepid love, and he was overwhelmed by the belated suspicion that it is life, more than death, that has no limits.

      And how long do you think we can keep up this goddamn coming and going? he asked.

    Florentino Ariza had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months, and eleven days and nights.

      Forever, he said."

The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari, Robin Sharma

   "My point is this: never do anything because you have to. The only reason to do something is because you want to and because you know it is the right thing for you to do."

   "Spotting the pot of tea I had left on the table next to him, he started to pour into my waiting cup. He poured until the cup was full - but then he kept on pouring! Tea starting to trickle down the sides of the cup and into the saucer, then onto my wife's prizedPersian rug. At first I watched silently. Then I couldn't take it anymore.

    Julian, what are you doing? My cup is overfloating. No matter how hard you try, no more will go in! I yelled impatiently.

   He looked at me for a long moment. Please don't take this the wrong way. I really respect you, John. I always have. However, just like this cup, you seem to be full of your own ideas. And how can any more go in...until you first empty your cup?"  

   "Take a guess how many times the average four-year-old laughs in a day.

    Who knows?

   I do, three hundred. Now guess how many times the average adult in our society laughs in the course of a day.

    Fifty? I tried.

   Try fifteen, Julian said, smiling in satisfaction. You see my point? Laughing is medicine for the soul. Even if you don't feel like it, look in the mirror and laugh for a couple of minutes. You can't help but feel fantastic. William James said "We don't laugh because we are happy. We are happy because we laugh.""

The Forbidden Forest, Mircea Eliade

"- All kinds of miracles might happen, he went on without looking at her. But someone has to teach you how to look at them, so you know that they are miracles. Otherwise, you don't even see them...You pass them by and you don't know they are miracles. You do not see them..."

"- Some say that on this night, exactly at midnight, the heavens open. I do not quite understand how they could open, but this is what is being said: that the heavens open on Midsummer night. But perhaps they are open only to those who know how to look..."

"He spoke occasionally to her about Time and about the open possibilities, but he never dared to tell her that his secret wish was to become a saint, to love all the people with the same intensity.

- I will confess something to you, he told Ileana then, in the woods. I don't know you, I don't know who you are, I don't know what you do. I can't keep secrets from you. I didn't tell this to anyone, but I can tell this to you: all depends on Time. If you don't solve this problem while you are young, life gets you and grinds you on the inside, and one day you wake up old, and the next day you wake up on the death bed, and then it is too late to try something. You have to search for this now, while you are young. This is a youth problem...

- What should I looking for?! asked Ileana.

- To get rid of Time. To get out of Time. Search well around you: you get signs from everywhere. Trust the signs. Follow them..." 

"My bride, Stefan continued quickly, as if he did not hear her any longer, I loved you the way you loved me, like a fool, like a ghost, without knowing what I was doing, without understanding what was happening to us, why we were predestined to love each other without loving each other, why we were predestined to search for each other without meeting..."

"We are all immortal. But we have to die first."

The Last Nude, Ellis Avery

"I only met Tamara de Lempicka because I needed a hundred francs. This was sixteen years ago. I had just learned that if I had a black dress with a white collar, I could take over my flatmate's department store job. In 1927, you could get a bed or a bicycle for three hundred francs; one hundred was a fair price to pay for a ready-made dress, but I didn't have it."

"Every day I posed for Beautiful Rafaela, I experienced the same thing. First, the simple strangeness of being naked in a place not designed for nudity. Being naked in a room whose other inhabitants was clothed. Being naked in a room with windows, even if no one could see into the room from the outside. A separate shock: being naked in a room with windows open to every stir of summer breeze. Then, as I moved into the pose, I felt two separate waves of lust: one of myself, just wanting the workday to be over so I could drag Tamara off to bed; the second, oddly, as the woman in the painting. The glow from the window fell plumb down my body from sternum to navel until the front slab of my ribcage became a hot slam of light to the eye. The more I arched my back, the deeper that light fell across me, and the louder the voice of the painting purred in my throat: aren't I beautiful?" 

The photo was taken in the beautiful Ceainaria Infinitea. 

A New Earth, Eckhart Tolle

"The answer is simple, once you realize what the ego is and how it works. When forms that you had identified with, that gave you your sense of self, collapse or are taken away, it can lead to a collapse of the ego, since ego is identification with form. When there is nothing to identify with anymore, WHO ARE YOU?"

"What remains is the light of consciousness in which perceptions, experiences, thoughts and feelings come and go. That is Being, that is the deeper, true I. When I know myself as that, whatever happens in my life is no longer of absolute but only of relative importance. I honor it, but it loses its absolute seriousness, its heaviness. The only thing that ultimately matters is this: can I sense my essential Beingness, the I Am, in the background of my life at all times? To be more accurate, can I sense the I Am that I Am at this moment? Can I sense my essential identity as a consciousness itself? Or am I losing myself in what happens, losing myself in the mind, in the world?"

"The many things that happen, the many forms that life takes on, are of an ephemeral nature. They are all fleeting. Things, bodies and egos, events, situations, thoughts, emotions, desires, ambitions, fears, drama...they come, pretend to be all-important, and before you know it they are gone, dissolved into the no-thingness out of which they came. Were they ever real? Were they ever more than a dream, the dream of form?"

Men Without Women, Haruki Murakami

"I do not know exactly what I'm trying to say here. I am probably trying to render an essence that is not true. But doing that it's like meeting someone on the other side of the moon. It's dark and there are no signs, either. Plus the space is too wide. What I'm trying to say is that M is the girl I was supposed to fall in love with when she was fourteen. However I fell in love with her much later, and then (unfortunately) she was no longer fourteen. I was wrong about the moment we met, as you are wrong about the day of a meeting. Time and place are correct. But not the day."

"This is what losing a woman means. And at one point, losing a woman means losing all women. And this is how we, the men, end up with no woman. We lose Percy Faith, Francis Lai and 101 Strings as well. We lose the ammonites and the coelacanths. Naturally, I was left without her charming back, as well. I used to caress M's back, listening to "Moon River" conducted by Henry Mancini, and fitting my hand to the music of a three quarter notes. "My Huckleberry Friend". Waiting around the river's watershed...where did all of them go? An old piece of eraser and the sad song of sailors, which resound in the distance, it's all that was left behind. And of course, the unicorn with its horn pointing lonely towards the sky, near the fountain."

The symbolic life, C.G. Jung

"One cannot afford to be naive in dealing with dreams. They originate in a spirit that is not quite human, but is rather the breath of nature, of the beautiful and the generous as well as the cruel goddess. If we want to characterize this spirit, we would do better to turn to the ancient mythologies and the fables of the primeval forest, than in the consciousness of modern man."

"In general, the heart seems to have a more reliable memory for what benefits the soul than does the head, which has a rather unhealthy tendency to lead an "abstract" existence and easily forgets that its consciousness is snuffed out the moment the heart fails in its duty."