E poi ha forse ragione Schiller. Quando gli dei erano più umani, gli uomini erano più divini
Don’t flang him off the bluff, boys. Tain’t christian. Let’s go then. Hump up there, stranger, and let’s go get hung.
Do you think horses understand what people say? I aint sure most people do.
Do you remember that little boy, Papa? Yes. I remember him. Do you think he’s all right that little boy? Oh yes. I think he’s all right. Do you think he was lost? No. I don't think he was lost. I’m sc...
Did you learn to whisper in a sawmill?
Der Schatten des Jungen strich über ihn. Mit einem Bündel Holz in den Armen. Er sah ihm zu, wie er die Flammen anfachte. Gottes Feuerdrache. Funken stoben auf und erstarben im sternenlosen Dunkel. Nic...
Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
Ci sono un sacco di cose che sembrano più belle, viste da lontano.Si?Almeno così la penso io.E hai ragione. La vita passata, per esempio.Già. E magari anche la vita non ancora vissuta.
But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry (of life) will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge of...
Before he reached the door the old man called to him again. The boy turned and stood. The matrix will not help you, the old man said. He said to catch the wolf the boy should find that place where the...
BIANCO- Non mi pare proprio. Lei lo vede, Gesù? NERO- No. Non lo vedo.BIANCO- Però ci parla.NERO- Ogni santo giorno.BIANCO- E lui parla con lei.NERO- Mi ha parlato. Si.BIANCO- Ma lei lo sente? Sente p...
At fourteen he runs away. He will not see again the freezing kitchenhouse in the predawn dark. The firewood, the washpots. He wanders west as far as Memphis, a solitary migrant upon that flat and past...
And sleep that night on the cold plains of a foreign land, forty-six men wrapped in their blankets under the selfsame stars, the prairie wolves so like in their yammering, yet all about so changed and...
All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.
A constellation of ignited eyes that edged the ring of light all bound in a precarious truce before this torch whose brightness had set back the stars in their sockets.
A ceremony then. One could well argue that there are not categories of no ceremony but only ceremonies of greater or lesser degree and deferring to this argument we will say that this is a ceremony of...
God) He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things.
С ним и раньше бывало такое. Не просто чувство безысходности и пустоты, нет. Ощущение, что мир сокращается до размеров ядра атома.
Se sentó con las manos ahuecadas en el regazo y aparentemente satisfecho con el mundo, como si se le hubiera consultado a él en el momento de su creación.
He said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all