Stories as therapy
The story as a means to bear sorrow is an idea I'd like to believe, but can't quite relate to personally. Karen Blixen was likely speaking from her own experience, and I can only admire the implicit resilience. 'All sorrows can be borne if you put them...
Stories as generosity
An expansive view of stories from Turkestan, as if they embody the sweeping spaces of the steppe, and the freedom of those who tell them. Take me to some tales from Turkestan...'The essence of the stories from Turkestan is generosity, a virtue of the...
Can’t bear the noise
I don't blame them either. A delightful recollection of a sensible ursine response to the outrage of war in their habitat. See another lovely account from the same book, of monster lobsters."Last year, when the hard fighting was going on up there" he...
The lobsters of Skopelos
Hyperbole, nothing like it when suitably blatant, creative and outrageous. You couldn't possibly eat one of these, only engage them in a civilized conversation about world affairs, or in a game of chess.See, from the same book, a similarly improbable yet...
Of art and Ithaca
This poetic summary resonates deeply - the search for green eternity as opposed to 'mere astonishments'. I've always been baffled by sensationalism or the desire to shock as a motivation in itself, rather than as a possible by-product of creating...
Two types of aesthetic
A pithy way to categorize an aesthetic response - the straightforward reflection of a mirror or the more complex refraction of a prism. I will test this out next time I look at a building, sculpture, painting or poem. 'Two aesthetics exist: the passive...
I have discovered that, with the passing of the years, my ignorance in countless areas… has become increasingly perfected while, at the same time, a lifelong practice of haphazard readings has left me with a sort of commonplace book in whose pages I find my own thoughts put into the words of others.
Source: Alberto Manguel, The City of Words, CBC Massey Lecture Series (Toronto: Anansi Press, 2007), p. 3
Bringing you hundreds and soon thousands of quotations, collected over decades of attentive reading. Be my guest and delve into this trove of quotes.
In praise of the unknown and unseen – I
The great humanist George Eliot sings the praises of those who act well or kindly in countless unmarked ways, without any song or dance about it. See a similar example in her superb Adam Bede, and Vasily Grossman's plea for the value of untraceable...
In praise of the unknown and unseen – II
Highlighting the significance of the insignificant people who constitute most of humanity and its history. See a similar praise of unsung heroes in Eliot's Middlemarch, and an echoing cry by Vasily Grossman. I sense that George Eliot and Vasily Grossman...
Bad but not dull
How about that for a jowl-shaking quaff? Proof that bad wine can be 'interesting' even if dentally dangerous.See another of Hemingway's graphic descriptions, this time in a vast soup tureen. And for a different but equally florid wine review, see Evelyn...
A strong soup
Surely one of the most memorable methods for mass disposal of enemies. Hard to compute the numbers in this recipe. See also Hemingway's lively description of a bad wine. '‘I would like to swim ten leagues in a strong soup made from the cojones of all of...
Hunger for the universal
Having had such a yearning for as long as I can remember, I was surprised by recognition in seeing it articulated, here presented as a form of hunger. I wasn't born in a ghetto, but did feel constraints in scope which I needed to scramble away from. 'If...
A transcendent mind
A capacious mind which rises above and speeds ahead of the spillth and swirls of world affairs, political, sociological or technological. To Zorba, but a pile of rusty old rifles. Here's to similar levels of detachment from time to time.'Why, all these –...
A long lane
Keats had a humbling capacity to squeeze out moments of joy even while grappling with the illness which would kill him and which had already killed his mother and brother. But he also gave expression to the toll it took on his spirit, here likening it to a...
A thicket of thorns
A moment of despair for Keats, despite his resilient spirit and his desperate attempts to seize life and wring every drop of joy out of it. He snatched moments, but didn't survive the tuberculosis which killed his mother and brother. 'I see nothing but...
An Antarctic tsunami
I loved the slowly growing momentum of this vast wave, though one has to hope it would never make landfall, but could gently dissipate its force and dimension in travelling across open ocean. See also the bestellar review of this stupendously lean and...
Mamma turns up
A few signals to keep an eye out for so you don't miss the moment a god may show up: it could be aural, olfactory, visual or just a change in temperature. In this case it was the perfume of oceanic lavender that first hinted at the arrival of a...
How clever can you get?
I liked these piled up and shamelessly outrageous examples of cleverness, although of their various skills, the first is the most impressive, suggesting an astonishing level of practical competence and dexterity. It deserves to enter the language as...
Bread and coins
This intriguing picnic caught my eye, in particular the honey-water soaked barley bread. "... straight to Pluto's palace. But don't forget to take with you two pieces of barley bread soaked in honey water, one in each hand, and two coins in your mouth..."...
Not yet fully formed
A wonderful comment by Zorba regarding the mental development of his boss. Not, perhaps, a line to try on your own boss, however true it may seem. See also his equally crushing comment on his boss's behaviour towards the workers. “I hope you don’t...
Career choices
Here Zorba points out the choices his boss has to make, since you can't prattle about socialism and be a capitalist at the same time, or at least not without some hypocrisy. See him also put his boss in his place as far as mental development is concerned....
Home sweet home
In Patrick Leigh Fermor's telling of it, the Mani region of Greece comprises two harsh elements: searing sunlight and endless stoniness. Here, a Maniot sums it up with what appears to be characteristic pithiness. "When God had finished making the world,...
A load of old bull
Here Patrick Leigh Fermor tests the veracity of a much touted myth about Maniots in the Peloponnese being bull wrestlers. I liked the progressive debunking of the myth, starting out with simple denial, then embellished with further evidence, all the way...
Colours as emblems
This is an opening line in Christa Wolf's novel Till Eulenspiegel. Something about it haunted me, two colours flying as emblems of the Middle Ages, and since I took the photo on a brilliant day in October, they are equally pennants of autumn. Hence posting...
News, any news
I loved this eager old man stuck up a mountain, starved of company, starved of news. And in the age of fake news, his closing clause made me laugh. 'Once near the top of Mt. Kedros in Crete, a white-bearded old shepherd had shouted to my guide and me to...
One for the microbe
A charming variant of 'one for the road' justifications for one more drink. May you enjoy all the optimism, vigour and dauntlessness of a giant without recourse to the bottle. And beware the 'flask-wielding host'. '"One more," says the flask-wielding...
Pickled inside and out
Here is a novel form of the elixir of youth - no magic potions, just preserved in brine and other substances. I liked the final conclusion of the boatman. 'A year after the war I told Mirso, a boatman in Poros I hadn't seen since 1938, that he...
My kinda cats – II
Generally speaking, I'm not a big cat fan, preferring dogs all round. However, although I can be dismissive of the pampered creatures slouching around domestic hearths, some cats with strong characters, or a sassy, streetwise streak, can partially win me...
My kinda cat – III
This is one memorable cat. Patrick Leigh Fermor had chance to observe the same big tom-cat every night in Athens after the war, performing what was clearly a regular feline routine. I loved this whole story. For other cat-related Greek tails, see also...
Of facts and poetry
Having also tried various neat distinctions which inevitably crumble in the face of precise examples that don't fit, I liked Thoreau's conclusion that a 'beautiful fact' can't easily be excluded from a notebook on poetry. For similar overlaps between fact...
The scientist and the artist
This quotation, copied from an exhibition in Budapest, seems a neat summary of the similar qualities needed to make a (great) scientist or a (great) artist. It also reminded me of a quotation from Thoreau's journal in which his attempts to keep poetry and...
Cobalt polar lapis blue
A dazzlingly variegated Greek sky. It was under such a sky, which for me also includes hyacinth blue and lilac, that I realised the Greek national flag is simply the pairing of the deep inviting blue of its sky and the blinding whiteness of its church...
Of violet eyes
Only the second example I have come across of violet eyes, never yet seen in real life. Here the 76th Earl of Gormenghast learns from his physician, Dr. Prunesquallor, that the newborn 77th Earl-to-be, Titus, has this glorious oddity. The other, also of...
Half a prayer
A perfect example of mercurial Greek god behaviour. No rhyme or reason, I grant this, I grant that, I refuse one thing, and not the other. May your prayers be granted, in whole or in part, but if in part, let it be the right part. 'God heard his prayer and...
Fortune’s favour
This reminds me of an anonymous Elizabethan verse which I cite from memory: 'Lift up thy heart and courage eke, Be bold and of good cheer; For Fortune most doth favour those Who all things least do fear.' So, go forth and fear not! This is...
Wait your turn!
This observation of a family of swallows over 150 years ago struck me, along with another surprising tale by Thoreau. Apart from the impressive behaviour of the birds on both counts, in reading these immediate, living accounts, I wonder whether Thoreau had...
Airborne support
This touching account in Thoreau's journal has a swallow, injured by a shot from a gun, being given airborne support by another swallow. The duly contrite swallow-sniper thereafter showed reverence towards these lovely small birds. I hope the injured one...
Hospitality protocol 101
Homer is awash with examples of great hospitality and generosity between hosts and guests, even uninvited ones washing up on the beach. Here is a pithy proverb summing up the responsibility of each. Logue's magnificent rendition of several books of the...
To charm, to change …
Odysseus is a tricky hero, part noble, upstanding and brave, part slippery, trickery, too-clever-by-half. He is a compelling orator, and it is hard to tell if his apparent shuffling shyness is a feint to lull his audience, or win their sympathy.This is...
Singing a stone-song
Water is the principal element in Williamson's assiduously researched, powerfully imagined life of an otter. I loved the idea of its singing a song by flowing over stones on its way to the sea. 'The water sang its stone-song in the dark as it flowed its...
The law of life
We need water for life, and life and water share a fundamental law: change. They may also share another, apparently contradictory quality, that of being always different and yet somehow the same. 'The law of life was also the law of water - everlasting...
Ferrari on aerodynamics
This is of course an outrageous statement, but I loved it when I saw it spray-painted on the wall of a motor museum in the Netherlands. Ridiculously macho approach, breezily dismissive of working with the power of physics to add speed. No, you work with...
The path to alchemy
The route to alchemy? There is none, there is no set path. As I understand this enigmatic injunction, we need to find our own path to creating, not seek or follow others' paths. Which isn't to preclude great draughts of inspiration from the alchemy they...
The eyes have it
An imaginative description of an otter's reaction to the firstborn of her first litter. Williamson spent years studying otters before and while attempting to recreate their lives and feelings in writing. A masterpiece of human empathy for another...
Treading water
Tarka's mother cleverly entices her cubs into the water, first by putting the food she has caught close to the water, then teaching them to hunt for themselves by various feints and incentives. Water is their element but there is a momentary fear when they...
Long term thinking
A family gathering for the christening of the heir to the Gormenghast title, Titus, appears to be the first time this disfunctional family gets together since the christening of his now 15 year old sister. Here, Lady Groan, Countess of Gormenghast, seeing...
A thinking breakfast
This is one of two delightful quotations from Mervyn Peake's Titus Groan in which the characters mention their need to think. Here we have 15 year old Fuchsia, daughter of the Earl of Gormenghast, eccentric but saner than many of the adults around her,...
Zeus dispenses with practicalities
Zeus here neatly rebuffs his daughter Athene's requests. I like his suitably arch reaction, which puts all supplicants in their petty place, even gorgeous goddesses, allowing the god of gods to just hang out on Olympus undisturbed. ‘Child, I am God, Please...
Of leaderless leadership
'Leadership' litters newspapers and networks such as LinkedIn, with people claiming to embody it, or vaunting the leadership of others. It's perhaps one of the most over-hyped terms of our time, and rarely less convincingly than when combined with the term...
Otters at play
Henry Williamson's spare writing is single-point focussed on getting inside the mind and life of an otter, as nearly as a human can. He observed them in their natural context for years and his revisions to the draft were aimed solely at removing anything...
A mouth filled with eat-water
Henry Williamson's slim study of otters is a masterpiece of limpid writing and of human empathy for other species. Through minute observation and honest intent, he has cleaved as closely as he can to conveying an authentic sense of what it might be like to...
A fondness for roofs
Clarice and Cora are two halves of an insane echo-chamber - a pair of identical twins who need to get out more. They live in the south wing of a vast pile of masonry, drawing life force from the rankling resentment of apparently lost power. They are so...
From happiness to revolt
An intriguing view of happiness which would surely resonate with totalitarian regimes and dictatorial mindsets. In this case and on this occasion, Flay can tolerate the momentary happiness around him as it is triggered by an event - the birth of a male...
A sweetened world
This is a beautiful description of a moment of understanding or enlightenment. Wherever you are, and whatever you are grappling with, may you have moments when the world about you sweetens, grows circular and fills your grasp. And death vanishes into the...
Dying for a song
A surprising, refreshing view of God as one who forgives singers as sinners because he just loves their song. "Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song... " Source: Nikos...
When does a world disappear?
When does a world disappear? When inequality goes too far. Inequality seems much in the news these days, an apparently growing bane regardless of how well people are doing at either end of whatever spectrum. This stark and extreme example sums up the...
The cry of justice
Sooner or later, someone, somewhere will cry out against a wrong, no matter how small and despised their voice to begin with, nor how long they have tolerated it previously. This pithy assertion caught my attention just as three former Presidents - who...
Of strength and tenderness
This comes from Kazantzakis's account of Jesus' life and death, and I found the prayer he puts in Christ's mind astonishing as he prepares for the coming crucifixion. What an original and touching test of endurance: the capacity to undergo indescribable...
From mud to spirit
Yes, there is much you can do to transmute mud into brightness if you have enough time. I love the variety of interpretations I find regarding time and our relationship to it, and here it is cast at its most helpful, as the element that can 'ripen all'. Of...
A rotting bog of security
In Kazantzakis' lively version of Christ's life, Jesus' mother wishes only that his spiritual struggles don't get in the way of his marrying a nice girl and giving her grandchildren she can parade in the Biblical equivalent of the park. She never quite...
Of love and torment
Kazantzakis' bold and imaginative retelling of Christ's life - and death - gives a new take on some of the Biblical characters you may have thought you knew through Sunday schools or other religious (Christian) instruction. In his version, Mary is...
Man in a hurry
Jesus lays out a few ground rules to Judas whom, it seems, could have done with a dose of quinuituq. I loved this lesson in patience, and the idea that men and trees are bound by the same laws of God. "If you love me, be patient. Look at the trees. Are...
Steady as she goes
Sometimes the world - at least our human version of it - feels wobbly, so I found this affirmation of its steadiness and solid foundations in some sense reassuring. But of course, it depends which - or whose - world we are talking about, and then there is...
When God mixes with man
An uplifting depiction of a potentially winning combination? I also liked the intimacy and proximity implied here, not a distant thunderer in the heavens or up some inaccessible mountain lobbing brickbats and lightening bolts, but to his left and to his...
Where hope begins
At first glance this posits the last place you would think to look for the beginnings of hope: where there is none. Yet, once in a while, when despair is caused by temporary sorrows, there can be a point when you know, raw and wrung out as you are, that...
Oddly hinged
A beautiful way to remind us that all may not be as it seems. Oddly hinged is more interested than 'unhinged' as it allows some latency for the unexpected, some room for the numinous to astound us, or for us to astound ourselves, some space to be more...
A visitation from a minor god
The past is a place which enriches me in almost all I do, and I love travelling there as much as I love travelling abroad. As Henry Miller said, it 'fructifies the present', and I see history as a vertical version of geography - a place you can visit and...
When is a virtue not a virtue?
This struck me - virtues that are but by-products of fear and poverty, may not be virtues at all. If you have no money (or credit), lauding your frugality is hardly meaningful. May your virtues come from you naturally rather than being forced upon you by...
Of time and water
A heartening description of time as the great irrigator of the world. See another such ripening interpretation by Kazantzakis. 'Time ran on like immortal water, and irrigated the world.' Source: Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation, trans. P.A....
Time in two dimensions
A striking metaphor for time hovering or collapsing, in two versions of a bird, alive and flying, or keeling and dying. 'Time still hovers above the tundra like the rough-legged hawk, or collapses altogether like a bird keeled over with a heart attack,...
The slope of time
The more I connect with the past, the more I connect with the present, and I liked this use of quietness as a way to 'feel the slope of time'. And yes, how far we have come from Mesopotamia, but similarly, how far back we go, both to and beyond...
Time as landscape
How many of us live day to day doling out time fretfully! I liked this alternative, easy, generous, striding engagement with time, allowing you to traverse other vastnesses confidently. 'If the mind releases its fiduciary grip on time, does not dole it...
Lasting and reciprocal
Ah, therein lies the rub. This strikes me as a pithy and poetic definition of environmental sustainability: to be lasting, it must be reciprocal. We aren't quite there yet, we haven't quite figured out what 'reciprocal' means in our engagement with...
Cooling the ardour of the Archduke
A wonderful, quirky episode in Orlando: a bizarre game played for hours, days, weeks, by Orlando and the Archduke whose amorous attentions she is trying to rebuff. They play the Fly Loo Game, which seems to involve trying slip dead flies unnoticed where...
On growing up
An interesting definition of growing up - losing your illusions. But then humanly allowing the possibility that you will acquire new ones. 'I am growing up,' she thought, taking her taper. 'I am losing my illusions, perhaps to acquire new ones'......
Toads versus rapiers
Having roundly failed to deter the advances of an Archduke by brazenly cheating him out of tens of thousands of pounds, Orlando resorts to even baser means. Her self-justification is a wonder, as if a rapier were a more noble way of dealing with an...
Trick or miracle?
I love the idea of trusting in Nature, but have to wonder whether it is capable of such apparently conscious agency in our lives, whether playing tricks or working miracles. If such agency is real, may it ever work miracles for you. 'And then Nature, in...
Dead or alive?
This marvelously stark encounter with a dark stranger proves to be Orlando's first meeting with the man she will marry. Her energetic statement is a reflection of having been pursued for a century or so with a sackload of court cases, many of which...
Up and out at dawn
Orlando, who at this stage in her 400 year life has only quite recently woken up to find herself transformed into a woman, has finally come back to her vast old family home. Her staff, who accept her new gender without batting an eyelid, still detect...
Of life, lovers, spaniels and sympathy
Orlando's four hundred year span seems to boil down to the search for Life, Love and Authorship. Here she is learning that lovers aplenty may not be enough to provide either Life or Love (let alone Authorship). This is not the first time that it is to a...
Of long and short time
While I have seen many comments on the elasticity of experienced time, this is the first one connecting its length or shortness with whether the time is spent doing or thinking. I can't immediately see the correlation, as it would surely depend on what it...
Sickle and circular
What a beautifully fresh alliteration for the usual 'wax and wane' of the moon. 'He saw the moon sickle and then circular.' Source: Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography, ed. with an introduction by Rachel Bowlby (Oxford: World's Classics, 1992), p....
Time of the mind
Time and our perceptions of it fascinate me. Here Orlando comments on its strange elasticity inside the mind. Indeed in need of further investigation. 'The mind of man, moreover, works with equal strangeness upon the body of time. An hour, once it lodges...
A comprehensive indictment
Orlando's elaborate life includes a depressing barrage of lawsuits as conflicting as they are outrageous. While the law trundles through its processes, she is allowed to retire to her estates and live incognito and in limbo between being male or female on...
Of signs, sympathies and presentiments
Still unravelling the mystery on this one, and enjoy the playfulness and acuity with which we appear to 'pick up' signals when in fact we may be intuitively choosing to see something as a form of subtle self-guidance. Another mystery is the degree to which Jane Eyre's...
Who loves you best, whom you love best …
The sweet playfulness of Jane's relationship with Rochester, and, finally, the happy ending. 'That depends on circumstances, sir - on your choice.' 'Which you shall make for me, Jane. I will abide by your decision.' 'Choose then, sir - her who...
Busy busy busy
One of the inconsequential but socially better placed characters Jane has to endure, at least until she finds her heart's home. 'Eliza still spoke little: she had evidently no time to talk. I never saw a busier person than she seemed to be; yet it...
A wanderer
Jane's days in the wilderness are terrifying, taking her close to 'death's door'. The first refuge she finds from wandering later proves to include another trap, and so she sets off again. But she finds it. Finds her place on this earth. And so stops...
A plain without bounds
Again, a reference to a cramped and constraining existence and her desperate need to escape its shackles. I had remembered the passionate relationship with Mr. Rochester but had forgotten the other attempt to bind her, when her Puritanical cousin...
Of frantic birds and free human beings
A withering riposte to any attempt at ensnarement or wing-clipping. Mr. Rochester tries to bind Jane to him but soon learns that nothing will drive her away faster. 'Jane, be still; don't struggle so, like a wild frantic bird that is rending its...
Enlarging your destiny
The touching, palpable sense of expansion and hope that comes of being treated with respect and affection. This is a powerful and recurring theme: the need for freedom and being loved strongly and simply and for yourself. 'My thin crescent-destiny...
Gasping for freedom
The departure of the one kind person in the orphanage where she has spent more than half her young life, triggers - in a single afternoon - Jane's realisation that she can no longer stay there. She immediately sets about planning her escape, seeking and...
Of the unspoken
A short and thoughtful statement. He doesn't elaborate and it is hard to know what drew him to this conclusion. Given how much religion is spoken, it's an interesting comment. 'What is religion? That which is never spoken.' 18 August 1858 ...
Wrong by a jugful
A charming way to say that someone is seriously wrong - not right by a jugful. I will try to slip this into my daily speech and see if anyone notices. '... he says that his account is not right by a jugful, that he does not come within half a mile of the...
Studying the ways of men
So that's the secret of the fox's cunning - they hide out of sight and study us! Thoreau has dozens of these tiny observations about animals.See also Mervyn Peake's foxy simile.'Farmer said yesterday that he thought foxes did not live so much in the depth...
The past as a concertina of time
I collect comments on and perceptions of time. This one is striking and I am as guilty of it as anybody. While we allow significant differences between recent centuries (the 18th century being Very Different from the 20th) we readily assume that the...
Which would you choose?
I would be hard put to choose but I think I would opt to leave behind a wall where peaches ripen. And certainly better to go unknown than to burn like a meteor. 'Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, a potting shed, a wall where...
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