Jonathan

“Where I made a mistake, was when I wanted to be good and helpful. You will make a mistake, like me.”
― Jean Giono, Blue Boy

“The angel!
It is the child of our flesh. It is molded by the hands of God: yes, and by our own. All those keen little hands of our eyes and ears, all those sensitive little hands by which our blood touches the world, as a child touches an orange; those little burning hands of our lips, the black hand of our spleen, the purple hand of our liver, the broad hand of our lungs, the musician hand of our heart, the laborer in mortar that toils in our belly, and the maker of wings that flaps gently like a fish between our legs, or throbs like a warm little frog: these are our hands.
And the angel is there, quietly seated at the summit of our neck, between our two ears.”
― Jean Giono, Blue Boy

“It sometimes happens that two people who know each other, but are not on intimate terms with one another, suddenly and rapidly, in the course of a few moments, establish an intimacy, the awareness of which is immediately expressed in their eyes, in their gentle, affectionate smiles and in their very movements.”
― Ivan Turgenev, Nest of the Gentry, Virgin Soil

“For, when all is said and done, if one trusts what one sees and hears, one has not much reason for hope. Don't put your trust in reason. It is with that that a man puts the rope around his neck.”
― Jean Giono, Blue Boy