Miloš

“Yet when, one day, standing on the outskirts of Yokohama town, bristling with its display of modern miscellanies, I watched the sunset in your southern sea, and saw its peace and majesty among your pine-clad hills,—with the great Fujiyama growing faint against the golden horizon, like a god overcome with his own radiance,—the music of eternity welled up through the evening silence, and I felt that the sky and the earth and the lyrics of the dawn and the dayfall are with the poets and idealists, and not with the marketmen robustly contemptuous of all sentiment,—that, after the forgetfulness of his own divinity, man will remember again that heaven is always in touch with his world, which can never be abandoned for good to the hounding wolves of the modern era, scenting human blood and howling to the skies.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Nationalism

“Novski se borio da u svojoj smrti, da u svom padu, sačuva dostojanstvo ne samo svog lika nego i lika revolucionara uopšte, a Fedjukin je nastojao u svom traganju za fikcijom i za uslovnostima da sačuva
strogost i doslednost revolucionarne pravde i onih koji tu pravdu dele; jer bolje je da strada takozvana istina jednog jedinog čoveka, jednog sićušnog organizma, nego da se zbog njega dovedu u pitanje viši principi i interesi. I ako se tokom kasnijeg razvoja istrage Fedjukin ustremljivao na svoje tvrdoglave žrtve, to dakle nije bio hir neurotična čoveka i kokainiste, kako neki veruju, nego borba za sopstvena uverenja koja je, kao i žrtva, smatrao nesebičnim, neprikosnovenim i svetim. Ono što je izazivalo njegov bes i njegovu lojalnu mržnju, to bejaše upravo ta bolećiva sebičnost optuženih, njihova patološka potreba da dokažu svoju nevinost, svoju sopstvenu malu istinu, to neurotično vrćenje u krugu takozvanih činjenica obuhvaćenih merdijanima svoje tvrde lobanje, a da ta njihova slepa istina nije u stanju da se stavi u sistem jedne više vrednosti, jedne više pravde, koja traži da joj se prinesu žrtve i koja ne vodi i ne sme da vodi računa o ljudskim slabostima.”
― Danilo Kiš, A Tomb for Boris Davidovich

“Was that what it was really like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward?

How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?

Obviously it was something you had to be born to.”
― Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

“I do not for a moment suggest that Japan should be unmindful of acquiring modern weapons of self-protection. But this should never be allowed to go beyond her instinct of self-preservation. She must know that the real power is not in the weapons themselves, but in the man who wields those weapons”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Nationalism