People judge others through narrow prisms of their limited worlds. ***
Time calmed these little things, Isabel thought, like stones on the riverbed to which you return; you might have changed, but they wait for you the same as they always were, only covered now with the thickening fog of memory.
Bøker lukker seg ikke for deg slik et menneske kan gjøre.
Hei allesammen,
Vi har nå reist rundt i verden i bøker i 2,5 år nå og vi har kommet frem til bokstaven M. Så nå behøver vi tips om hva vi kan lese av en forfatter født i landene nevnt under. Vi blogger på engelsk, så derfor er landene på engelsk.
Vi har fått noen forslag allerede, så det er skrevet inn under landet. Det viktige er at forfatteren må være født i landet. Det er det kriteriet vi har, og helst ikke fakta bøker eller dikt samlinger.
Madagascar: Naivo - Beyond the Rice Field
Malawi:
Malaysia: Tan Twan Eng - The Garden of Evening Mists
Rani Manicka - The Rice Mother
Maldives:
Mali,:
Malta:
Marshall Island:
Mauritania:
Mauritius:
Mexico:
Micronesia:
Monaco:
Mongolia:
Montenegro:
Morocco: Tahar Jelloun - The Blinding Absence of Light
Mozambique:
Myanmar:
Anyone who doesn't know hate, will never know love, and the things we don't want to see, the things we hide and keep locked away inside for too long, will get out sooner or later, they'll explode. Feelings are clouds and we can't do anything to stop the clouds.
Time, there's nothing but time!
Remember, no one can take away the riches of the heart.
People leave us alone because we mesmerise them with tricks, tickle them with feathers, tie them up in wonder and hope. We never let them know that we read books, that we love everyone and accept everything, that our bodies are free, that we travel, resist, and fight and that we give refuge to convicts and revolutionaries, that we have saved gypsies and Jews.
The world is a circus and it will always be.
Time waits for no man.
Few are the wise men on this earth, and many are the fools; wise men are seen just once in a thousand years, whereas fools are born each day.
Live and let live.
Words are so small. They cannot show the womb of my heart.
The body of a human cannot live without kindness. When it meets hatred, it stops trusting its life.
Power is useless if it cannot be expressed.
But every now don't simply reach so by itself. Every now have it's before. Every destination have its journey.
For nothing in this world is silent, you just have to learn how to hear.
I know the value of silence. Sometimes silence can save you from being locked up. Sometimes silence is all we have left.
Speaking different tongues does not lesson the burden of the heart.
Follow your heart always, daughter of mine.