„Lesen stärkt die Seele“ (Voltaire)

…, so möchte man meinen. Und da ich mich, wie schon in „Die rosarote Brille“ und „Sieben auf einen Streich“ erwähnt, seit einiger Zeit einer Überarbeitung der hauseigenen Bibliothek widme, sind im Laufe der vorangegangenen Wochen/Monate so einige Bücher dem Hunger der Leseratte und des Bücherwurms zum Opfer gefallen. Und da ich mit dem Annehmen und Verarbeiten der Krise so meine Schwierigkeiten habe, sind wir drei getreu dem Motto viel hilft viel vorgegangen und haben den zweiten Gang eingelegt. Außerdem ist da ja noch der schöne Satz von Voltaire und als Hommage an all die Gefährten, die nun hoffentlich ein neues Zuhause finden, und zur Stärkung der Seele, hier die Passagen und Sätze, welche ich mir als Erinnerung an die ebenso schöne wie unschöne Zeit behalte:

“I love tunnels. They’re the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again. If by chance, it is not night.”
“Humans can’t bear silence. It would mean that they would bear themselves.”
“Then there was a silence he had never experienced before: in it, you could hear the years.” (Night train to Lisbon – Pascal Mercier)

“‘But still […]. No matter how often he bangs his head, no matter how many times he falls over, he goes on walking backwards.’ […] What his uncle doesn’t understand is that in walking backwards, his back to the world, his back to God, he is not grieving. He is objecting. Because when everything cherished by you in life has been taken away, what else is there to do but object?” (The high mountains of Portugal – Yann Martel)

’Let’s start at the beginning […] You phoned me. That is where the discussion started, is it not?’ ‘I disagree. It all started when an image of you intruded itself into my mind much earlier this morning. […] I knew you wanted to talk to me about something, but what it was I couldn’t begin to guess. So I replied to your summons by phoning your number […]’ ‘Ahh,’ said Sinha. ‘Now I understand. So neither of us knows what I want to talk with you about. That does make this conversation rather difficult.’” (The Feng Shui detective – Nury Vittachi)

“This is how it began. I had nowhere I had to be, and he had nowhere he had to be. We had money in our pockets and time on our hands. It was that easy.”
„Another slice from the pie of time I now wish I could put back and do over. Do over, the way little children play games by their own set of rules – rules that include do-over, the second chance. […], and then one day someone says, ‘No, no do-overs,’ and in its place is the void: If only.”
“Sometimes, to do something stupid […] is a far better thing to do than to do nothing at all. […] we should’ve have done something, even something stupid, something that chanced ruining our lives, because to do something stupid, something reckless, something honest, is to be brave, but Henry and I, if we were nothing else, we were cowards, and that was the end of that.” (The scenic route – Binnie Kirshenbaum)

„At the first stoplight I ask the cabbie, ‘What do you think of love?’ […] ‘You know, people think cabdrivers are oracles, that we speak the truth in moments of crisis. We’re not. We drive cabs.’ […] ‘What were you reading before I got in?’ ‘Tolstoy.’ […] ‘I’ve got the one cabbie in all of Baltimore reading dead Russians and refusing to be an oracle.’ ‘Okay, okay,’ he says. ‘Ask me again.’ […] ‘What do you think of love?’ ‘It’s rare.’ ‘What else?’ ‘That’s enough, isn’t it?’ (The future for curious people – Gregory Sherl)