Why does the writing make us chase the writer? Why can't we leave well enough alone? Why aren't the books enough?
Julian BarnesRead
If a seperate personal Paradise exists for each of us mine must irreparably be planted with trees of words which the wind silvers like poplars, by people who see their confiscated justice given back, and by birds that even in the midst of the truth of death insist on singing in Greek and saying, eros, eros, eros.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the personal nature of paradise, shaped by language, justice, and enduring love in the face of mortality.
Odysseas Elytis expresses the idea that each individual's paradise is unique and deeply influenced by personal expressions such as language and the quest for justice. He uses imagery of trees, wind, and birds to symbolize the cultivation of thoughts and emotions, and ultimately highlights the resilience of love ('eros') that persists even amidst the harsh realities of life, such as death.
In practice
In a speech about personal growth, you might say, 'As Odysseas Elytis puts it, our separate paradises are filled with the trees of our own words.'
Why does the writing make us chase the writer? Why can't we leave well enough alone? Why aren't the books enough?
There's a victory, and defeat; the first and best of victories, the lowest and worst of defeats which each man gains or sustains at the hands not of another, but of himself.
If precious metals had been abundant, they would not have been precious.
Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning.
In civilized communities men's idiosyncrasies are mitigated by the necessity of conforming to certain rules of behavior. Culture is a mask that hides their faces.
It is not necessarily those lands which are the most fertile or most favored in climate that seem to me the happiest, but those in which a long struggle of adaptation between man and his environment has brought out the best qualities of both.
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