Butterflies in November Quotes

“Who I am is intrinsically linked to where I am and whom I'm with.”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Butterflies in November

“Then I truly feel like a living being in the middle of this garden of the dead, I'm most definitely alive in here.”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Butterflies in November

“The summer colours have been drained from their bodies, and they've grown pale and flabby again.”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Butterflies in November

“The only thing mothers have in common with each other is the fact that they slept with a man while they were ovulating without the appropriate protection”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Rigning í nóvember

“You need a cemetery to go through life”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Rigning í nóvember

“Todo tiene su momento: el dormir tiene su momento, el amar tiene su momento, el separarse tiene su momento, el correr tiene su momento.”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir , Rigning í nóvember

“I'm not separate from this world, nor is this world separate from me; time had not taken hold of me yet and distances are nothing but ripples on the water”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Butterflies in November

“SKONSUR (THICK ICELANDIC PANCAKES) 4 cups of flour, 1 teaspoon of baking powder, 1 teaspoon of sodium bicarbonate, 1 egg, milk as required. Ensure the dough is not too thin. Fry on a skillet at medium heat.”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Butterflies in November

“PEPPER COOKIES WITH ICING SUGAR The baking of pepper cookies in close collaboration with a child is a permanent feature in any household with a kid in the lead-up to Christmas. 150 grams of sugar, 250 grams of syrup, ½ teaspoon of pepper, 2 teaspoons of ginger, 2 teaspoons of cinnamon, ½ teaspoon of cloves, 125 grams of butter, 1 egg, 2 teaspoons of baking soda, 400 grams of flour. Mix the sugar, syrup and butter and bring to simmering point. Mix in the baking soda with all the spices, pepper, ginger, cinnamon and cloves. Then add the egg and flour. Keep 1–2 cups of flour to knead the dough. Knead the dough on the table with the child. Roll out the dough and let the child cut out the shapes him/herself (Santa Clauses, Christmas trees, bells, angels and reindeer) and decorate the cookies with the icing. Icing: 125 grams of icing sugar and 1–1½ egg whites mixed well together. Colour according to taste.”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Butterflies in November

“LUMMUR (ICELANDIC PANCAKES) Rice pudding leftovers, (approximately 2 cups), 1 cup of flour, 2 eggs, ½ teaspoon of salt, ½ teaspoon of baking soda, 1 tablespoon of brown sugar, 1½ cups of milk, frying butter. Mix everything together in a bowl, adding the milk last. Melt butter in a pan. A four-year-old can make lummur with very little assistance when he/she is, for example, recovering from being drenched in a puddle. Place your assistant on a safe stool by the stove, tie an apron around him and allow him to place the floating dough on the hot pan with a small ladle. If you hold the handle of the pan for the child and make sure he/she doesn’t burn him/herself, the child can easily flip the pancakes with a spatula and then fish them out when they have been browned and place them on a plate. Allow the child to sugar the lummur. Lummur can also be eaten with syrup or jam. It is a good idea to make lummur and hot chocolate while the child’s boots are drying by the oven.”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Butterflies in November

“- Sabia que o coração da baleia se ouve a cinco quilómetros de distância?
- Confirmo que não sabia.
- Então, talvez não saiba que o coração de uma baleia pode interromper as comunicações de um submarino, evitando uma guerra.”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Butterflies in November

“Qual é a coisa, qual é ela, que tem cidades sem casas, estradas sem carros e florestas sem árvores? Resposta: um mapa (adivinha colocada num programa infantil matinal).”
― Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir, Butterflies in November

“Når jeg ser små barn, merker jeg ikke noe til denne myke morsfølelsen, kjenner bare sur lukt, ser for meg deres endeløse kravling, hovne gummer, våte smekker, klissete kinn, en rød hake, kaldt sikkel på en hake.”
― Audur Ava Olafsdottir, Vlinders in november