Archivio per agosto, 2013

“I always knew I could climb… I knew I could only climb if I climbed alone… I knew if I kissed this girl… I would forever be wed to her…

Posted in Senza categoria on 31 agosto 2013 by catcher in the rye

“So I stopped… I stopped and I waited. I waited for a moment longer.” He knew his mind would never again be free to romp like the mind of God. That falling in love would change his destiny… Forever.  “And then I just let myself go…” She blossomed for him like a flower. An incarnation was complete. “And it was a great mistake for a man like me to fall in love… I’m still young, I could still be a great man if I could forget that I once lost her… But my life, old sport, my life…. my life has got to be like this…” He pointed to the infinite expanse of stars. “It’s got to keep going on.”

“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”

Posted in Senza categoria on 31 agosto 2013 by catcher in the rye

“And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning——

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

New York, 10 novembre 1958

Posted in Senza categoria on 26 agosto 2013 by catcher in the rye

E non avere paura di perdere. Se deve succedere, succederà. La cosapiù importante è non avere fretta. Le cose belle non scappano via.

Con amore, Pa».

Posted in Senza categoria on 23 agosto 2013 by catcher in the rye

” El gran pensamiento de mi vida es él. Si todo pereciera y él se salvara, yo seguiría existiendo, y si todo quedara y él desapareciera, el mundo me sería del todo extraño, no me parecería que soy parte de él. Mi amor por Linton es como el follaje de los bosques: el tiempo lo cambiará, yo ya sé que el invierno muda los árboles. Mi amor por Heathcliff se parece a las eternas rocas profundas, es fuente de escaso placer visible, pero necesario. Nelly, yo soy Heathcliff, él está siempre, siempre en mi mente. No siempre como una cosa agradable, por supuesto, no siempre me agrado a mi misma. Así pues, no hables de separación de nuevo, porque es imposible y..


Posted in Senza categoria on 22 agosto 2013 by catcher in the rye

Posted in Senza categoria on 20 agosto 2013 by catcher in the rye

“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”

capito? dai su…avanti!

Posted in Senza categoria on 20 agosto 2013 by catcher in the rye

«Ma allora, cos’è che ti conforta?» «La certezza della mia libertà interiore, » disse lui dopo aver riflettuto « questo bene prezioso, inalterabile, e che dipende solo da me perdere o conservare. La convinzione che le passioni spinte al parossismo come capita ora finiscano poi per placarsi. Che tutto ciò che ha un inizio avrà una fine. In poche parole, che le catastrofi passano e che bisogna cercare di non andarsene prima di loro, ecco tutto. Perciò prima di tutto vivere: Primum vivere. Giorno per giorno. Resistere, attendere, sperare». Irène Némirovsky, “Suite francese”