this electricity in the air

"It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. Right? And this bag was just dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That's the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in. "

Ricky Fitts - American Beauty (1999)

“… Passion died out a long time ago, because you’ve all got used to each other. That’s why the Earth gives only what it gave last year, neither more nor less. And that’s why, in the darkness of your souls, you silently complain that nothing in your life changes. Why? Because you’v always tried to control the force that transforms everything so that your lives can carry on without being faced by any major challenges.”

“Collect some wood for kindling”, I said.

“but it’s dark.”

“There’s enough light from the full moon even if it’s obscured by clouds. Train your eyes: they were made to see more than you think.”

Paulo Coehlo - The Witch of Portobello

"It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them — and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on — this desperate need — and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other."- Madeleine L'engle

Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt

Ποτέ δε σε είχα αγαπήσει τόσο πολύ,

όπως εκείνο το δείλι που σε άφησα

με κατάπιε το βαθυγάλαζο δάσος,

ψυχή μου,

που πάνω του, στα δυτικά,

κρέμονταν κιόλας

χλωμά τα άστρα.

Γέλασα αρκετά,

καρδιά μου,

γιατί συγκρούστηκα παίζοντας

με το σκυθρωπό πεπρωμένο

την ίδια ώρα

μέσα στο γαλανό δείλι του δάσους

αργοσβήναν κιόλας πίσω μου τα πρόσωπα.

Εκείνο το μοναδικό σούρουπο

όλα ήταν τόσο γλυκά

όσο δεν ήταν ποτέ ξανά να γίνουν

αλλά αυτό που μου απόμεινε είναι

μόνο πουλιά μεγάλα

που το δείλι

πετούν πεινασμένα στον

σκοτεινιασμένο ουρανό

(in english)

Bertolt Brecht, (1898-1956)