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"Tu prima, Onor, velasti La fonte dei diletti, Negando l'onde a l'amorosa sete."
"La vergogna ritien debile amore; Ma debil freno è di potente Amore"
"Hor, non sai tu, com'è fatta la donna? Fugge, e fuggendo vuol, che altri la giunga; Niega, e negando vuol, ch'altri si toglia; Pugna, e pugnando vuol, ch'altri la vinca."
"Forse, se tu gustassi anco una volta La millesima parte de la gioie Che gusta un cor amato riamando, Diresti, ripentita, sospirando: Perduto è tutto il tempo Che in amar non si spende."
"Amor, leggan pur gli altri Le Socratiche carte, Ch'io in due begl'occhi apprenderò quest'arte."
"Non bisogna la morte, Ch'astringer nobil cuore, Prima basta la fede, e poi l'amore."
"Ovunque i mi sia, io sono Amore. Ne'pastori non men, che ne gli heroi; E la disagguaglianza de'soggetti, Come à me piace, agguaglio."
"Amor nascente hà corte l'ali, à pena Può sù tenerle, e non le spiega à volo."
"Femina, cosa mobil per natura, Più che fraschetta al vento, e più che cima Di pieghevole spica."
"La pietà messaggiera è de l'Amore, Come'l lampo del tuon."
"Il mondo invecchia, E invecchiando intristisce."
"Veramente il secol d'oro è questo, Poiché sol vince l'oro, e regna l'oro."
"O che gentile Scongiuro hà ritrovato questo sciocco Di rammentarmi la mia giovanezza, Il ben passato, e la presente noia."
"Dispietata pietate Fù la tua veramente, ò Dafne, allhora, Che ritenesti il dardo."
"S'ei piace, ei lice"
"Amor servo de l'oro, è il maggior mostro, Et il più abominabile, e il più sozzo, Che produca la terra, o 'l mar frà l'onde."
"Sometimes, even a blank canvas can reveal much — about art, and about humans in general. … The production of Art features a star-studded cast, and a simple premise that expands into a multi-layered plot. While satirizing the pretensions of modern aesthetes, it [explores also] the emotions that drive long-running friendships — bringing people together, and tearing them apart."
"I can wait: waiting and patience mean nothing to the eternal. I gave the woman the greatest of gifts: curiosity. By that her seed has been saved from my wrath; for I also am curious; and I have waited always to see what they will do tomorrow."
"They have redeemed themselves from their vileness, and turned away from their sins. Best of all, they are still not satisfied: the impulse I gave them in that day when I sundered myself in twain and launched Man and Woman on the earth still urges them: after passing a million goals they press on to the goal of redemption from the flesh, to the vortex freed from matter, to the whirlpool in pure intelligence that, when the world began, was a whirlpool in pure force."
"I am justified. For I chose wisdom and the knowledge of good and evil; and now there is no evil; and wisdom and good are one. It is enough."
"Love is a simple thing and a deep thing: it is an act of life and not an illusion. Art is an illusion."
"They have accepted the burden of eternal life. They have taken the agony from birth; and their life does not fail them even in the hour of their destruction."
"Life is not meant to be easy, my child but take courage: it can be delightful."
"Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough."
": When a thing is funny, search it for a hidden truth: Yes; and take all the fun out of it."
"I had patience with them for many ages: they tried me very sorely. They did terrible things: they embraced death, and said that eternal life was a fable. I stood amazed at the malice and destructiveness of the things I had made..."
"Any sort of plain speaking is better than the nauseous sham good fellowship our democratic public men get up for shop use."
"I make no vows. I take my chance. ... It means that I fear certainty as you fear uncertainty. It means that nothing is certain but uncertainty. If I bind the future I bind my will. If I bind my will I strangle creation."
"I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes illness worth while."
"Everything is possible: everything. Listen. I am old. I am the old serpent, older than Adam, older than Eve. I remember Lilith, who came before Adam and Eve. I was her darling as I am yours. She was alone: there was no man with her. She saw death as you saw it when the fawn fell; and she knew then that she must find out how to renew herself and cast the skin like me. She had a mighty will: she strove and strove and willed and willed for more moons than there are leaves on all the trees of the garden. Her pangs were terrible: her groans drove sleep from Eden. She said it must never be again: that the burden of renewing life was past bearing: that it was too much for one. And when she cast the skin, lo! there was not one new Lilith but two: one like herself, the other like Adam. You were the one: Adam was the other."
"Conceive. That is the word that means both the beginning in imagination and the end in creation."
"I hear you say "Why?" Always "Why?" You see things; and you say "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say "Why not?""
"I worship you, Eve. I must have something to worship. Something quite different to myself, like you. There must be something greater than the snake."
"Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire; you will what you imagine; and at last you create what you will."
"I am very subtle; but Man is deeper in his thought than I am. The woman knows that there is no such thing as nothing: the man knows that there is no such day as tomorrow. I do well to worship them."
": The voice in the garden is your own voice. : It is; and it is not. It is something greater than me: I am only a part of it. : The Voice does not tell me not to kill you. Yet I do not want you to die before me. No voice is needed to make me feel that. [throwing his arm round her shoulder with an expression of anguish]: Oh no: that is plain without any voice. There is something that holds us together, something that has no word — : Love. Love. Love. : That is too short a word for so long a thing."
"You can feel nothing but a torment, and believe nothing but a lie. You will not raise your head to look at all the miracles of life that surround you; but you will run ten miles to see a fight or a death."
"Your father is a fool skin deep; but you are a fool to your very marrow."
"In truth, mankind cannot be saved from without, by schoolmasters or any other sort of masters: it can only be lamed and enslaved by them. It is said that if you wash a cat it will never again wash itself. This may or may not be true: what is certain is that if you teach a man anything he will never learn it; and if you cure him of a disease he will be unable to cure himself the next time it attacks him."
"People will have their miracles, their stories, their heroes and heroines and saints and martyrs and divinities to exercise their gifts of affection, admiration, wonder, and worship, and their Judases and devils to enable them to be angry and yet feel that they do well to be angry. Every one of these legends is the common heritage of the human race; and there is only one inexorable condition attached to their healthy enjoyment, which is that no one shall believe them literally. The reading of stories and delighting in them made Don Quixote a gentleman: the believing them literally made him a madman who slew lambs instead of feeding them."
"Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn."
"The worst cliques are those which consist of one man."
"Art is the magic mirror you make to reflect your invisible dreams in visible pictures. You use a glass mirror to see your face: you use works of art to see your soul. But we who are older use neither glass mirrors nor works of art. We have a direct sense of life. When you gain that you will put aside your mirrors and statues, your toys and your dolls."
"When the master has come to do everything through the slave, the slave becomes his master, since he cannot live without him."
"Even a vortex is a vortex in something. You can't have a whirlpool without water; and you can't have a vortex without gas, or molecules or atoms or ions or electrons or something, not nothing."
"The body was the slave of the vortex; but the slave has become the master; and we must free ourselves from that tyranny. It is this stuff [indicating her body], this flesh and blood and bone and all the rest of it, that is intolerable. Even prehistoric man dreamed of what he called an astral body, and asked who would deliver him from the body of this death."
"Make me a beautiful word for doing things tomorrow; for that surely is a great and blessed invention."
"Life must not cease. That comes before everything. It is silly to say you do not care. You do care. It is that care that will prompt your imagination; inflame your desires; make your will irresistible; and create out of nothing."
"There are no secrets except the secrets that keep themselves."
"I say, let them dread, of all things, stagnation; for from the moment I, Lilith, lose hope and faith in them, they are doomed. In that hope and faith I have let them live for a moment; and in that moment I have spared them many times. But mightier creatures than they have killed hope and faith, and perished from the earth; and I may not spare them for ever. I am Lilith: I brought life into the whirlpool of force, and compelled my enemy, Matter, to obey a living soul. But in enslaving Life's enemy I made him Life's master; for that is the end of all slavery; and now I shall see the slave set free and the enemy reconciled, the whirlpool become all life and no matter. And because these infants that call themselves ancients are reaching out towards that, I will have patience with them still; though I know well that when they attain it they shall become one with me and supersede me, and Lilith will be only a legend and a lay that has lost its meaning. Of Life only is there no end; and though of its million starry mansions many are empty and many still unbuilt, and though its vast domain is as yet unbearably desert, my seed shall one day fill it and master its matter to its uttermost confines. And for what may be beyond, the eyesight of Lilith is too short. It is enough that there is a beyond."
Heute, am 12. Tag schlagen wir unser Lager in einem sehr merkwürdig geformten Höhleneingang auf. Wir sind von den Strapazen der letzten Tage sehr erschöpft, das Abenteuer an dem großen Wasserfall steckt uns noch allen in den Knochen. Wir bereiten uns daher nur ein kurzes Abendmahl und ziehen uns in unsere Kalebassen-Zelte zurück. Dr. Zwitlako kann es allerdings nicht lassen, noch einige Vermessungen vorzunehmen. 2. Aug.
- Das Tagebuch
Es gab sie, mein Lieber, es gab sie! Dieses Tagebuch beweist es. Es berichtet von rätselhaften Entdeckungen, die unsere Ahnen vor langer, langer Zeit während einer Expedition gemacht haben. Leider fehlt der größte Teil des Buches, uns sind nur 5 Seiten geblieben.
Also gibt es sie doch, die sagenumwobenen Riesen?
Weil ich so nen Rosenkohl nicht dulde!
- Zwei außer Rand und Band
Und ich bin sauer!