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

“The bark of the tree, the scale of the foot, that was all there was between the blood of the bird and tree. There were only these barriers of skin between.”
― Jean Giono, Blue Boy

“I struggled no longer and the world burst like a sun.”
― Jean Giono, Blue Boy