Michael Ondaatje cytaty

„Nawet drzewa chorują od zarazy, którą rozsiewamy.”

„Kiedy spotykamy tych, w których się zakochujemy, jakiś wymiar naszej duchowości ma charakter historyczny.”

„Kiedy jesteśmy młodzi, nie spoglądamy w lustro. Wpatrujemy się w nie, kiedy już się zestarzejemy, zatroskani o nasze imię, o naszą legendę, o to, co nasze życie będzie znaczyło dla przyszłości. Pysznimy się nazwiskami, które nosimy, zabiegamy o pierwszeństwo naszych odkryć, przewagę naszych armii, wyłączność naszego handlu. Dopiero postarzały Narcyz pożąda swego bałwochwalczego wizerunku.”

„Są ludzie, których krzywdy łamią, i ludzie, którzy nie dają się złamać.”

„Szczęście ma to do siebie, że umyka.”

„Ktoś, kto nie jest twojej krwi, może wtargnąć w twe uczucia głębiej niż krewny.”

„Czułość okazana obcemu i bezimiennemu jest czułością okazaną samej sobie.”

„Jest rzeczą świętą, by umrzeć w świętym miejscu. Była to jedna z tajemnic pustyni.”

„Odpoczywać to znaczy przyjmować wszystkie elementy rzeczywistości bez ich osądzania.”

“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.”

“We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.”

“All I ever wanted was a world without maps.”

“Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.”

“From this point on, she whispered, we will either find or lose our souls.”

“… the heart is an organ of fire.”

“Her hand touched me at the wrist. "If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?"

I didn't say anything.”

“I'll be looking at the moon,
but I'll be seeing you.”

“This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning.”

“I have spent weeks in the desert, forgetting to look at the moon, he says, as a married man may spend days never looking into the face of his wife. These are not sins of omission but signs of pre-occuopation.”

“Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again”

“… sometimes we enter art to hide within it. It is where we can go to save ourselves, where a third-person voice protects us.”

“Don’t we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it.”

“A postcard. Neat handwriting fills the rectangle.

Half my days I cannot bear to touch you.
The rest of my time I feel like it doesn’t matter if I will ever see you again. It isn’t the morality, it’s how much you can bear.

No date. No name attached.”

“He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held by her. If they can somehow nurse each other out of this. Not with a wall.”

“This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world.”

“He has been disassembled by her. And if she has brought him to this, what has he brought her to?”

“She had always wanted words, she loved them, grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape. Whereas I thought words bent emotions like sticks in water.”

“You built your walls too, she tells him. So I have my wall. She says it glittering in a beauty he cannot stand. She with her beautiful clothes with her pale face that laughs at everyone who smiles at her…”

“A novel is a mirror walking down a road”

“For the first forty days a child
is given dreams of previous lives. Journeys, winding paths,
a hundred small lessons
and then the past is erased.”

“What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.”

“Could you fall in love with her if she wasn't smarter than you? I mean, she may not be smarter than you. But isn't it important for you to think she is smarter than you in order to fall in love? Think now.”

“Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy”

“How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled.”

“The joyful will stoop with sorrow, and when you have gone to the earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion”

“Do you understand the sadness of geography?”

“There is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You will find in this way the path of your life.”

“The trouble with all of us is we are where we shouldn't be.”