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Av måneskinn gror det ingenting Av måneskinn gror det ingenting by Torborg Nedreaas
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“Have you ever experienced spring...from the wrong side?” she slowly asked. “I mean...have you ever felt how malicious spring can be toward someone in pain? In the morning, early, early in the morning, birds start singing. Just a single one at first, while it's still night. You can hear it celebrating out there; the night is mother-of-pearl and blood. And the silence whispers, it whispers and buzzes of love and happiness; only it's not for you. There's sparkle and whistle in a bird's voice, but also crying. It is so beautiful and it feels like a burning scorn to your loneliness. Everything beautiful is sometimes horrible. Spring has almost always been horrible for me. As a rule I can only stand it when it rains. I like fall the best. There's something cool and soothing about it. Fall is the best time for the lonely.”
Torborg Nedreaas, Av måneskinn gror det ingenting
“If you can smile today, maybe you can laugh tomorrow.”
Torborg Nedreaas, Av måneskinn gror det ingenting
“The world has been built crookedly with some kind of arrangement that makes lots of people into hunted animals and a few people so swimmingly well off they can't understand why everybody else isn't happy for them and willing to be beaten to death for their purpose.”
Torborg Nedreaas, Av måneskinn gror det ingenting
“Dikterne! - Munnen gjorde en umerkelig grimase- Dikterne - de er sannhetens forvaltere. De forteller ofte sannheten - en del av sannheten. Resten tier de med, for ellers var det ingen som ville kjøpe dikterverkene deres. Men det de fortier, det blir løgnen i den sannheten de forteller.”
Torborg Nedreaas, Av måneskinn gror det ingenting
“Har du opplevd våren noen gang - fra den gale siden, spurte hun sakte. Jeg mener - har du noensinne kjent, hvor ond våren kan være, mot den som har det vondt?”
Torborg Nedreaas, Av måneskinn gror det ingenting