The Outcasts - A Thousand Dreams of Redemption Quotes

“Yesterday, she said, referring to the collective past of her tribe, the people of these forests knew the secret. They made the finest silk thread from the cocoon of a beautiful sleeping butterfly. The women reeled the silk thread on the spinning wheel, slowly and gently. Such delicate work it was, that the silk remembered, at last, the moth which had created it. And the women were awed at the silver shine of the silk produced. If the silk is so divine, they thought, what must be the beauty of the butterfly waiting to be born? They stopped breaking the cocoons and looked for the crimson wings of the butterflies emerging from the torn nests of raw silk. The sight took them aback. They became sages and storytellers. My mother’s mother was one of them.”
― Lidija Stankovikj, The Outcasts - A Thousand Dreams of Redemption

“Yesterday,’ she said, referring to the collective past of her tribe, ‘the people of these forests knew the secret. They made the finest silk thread from the cocoon of a beautiful sleeping butterfly. The women reeled the silk thread on the spinning wheel, slowly and gently. Such delicate work it was, that the silk remembered, at last, the moth which had created it. And the women were awed at the silver shine of the silk produced. If the silk is so divine, they thought, what must be the beauty of the butterfly waiting to be born? They stopped breaking the cocoons and looked for the crimson wings of the butterflies emerging from the torn nests of raw silk. The sight took them aback. They became sages and storytellers..”
― Lidija Stankovikj, The Outcasts - A Thousand Dreams of Redemption

“You ask me – hey traveller, where is your home?
Do you ask a lotus where it comes from?
Deep waters and mire matter no more
It rises to skies untouched and sole.

You ask me – hey traveller, where will you go?
Do you ask a wild seed where it will fall?
Roots and stems matter no more
It rises to skies detached and sole.

You ask me – hey traveller, can I come along?
For few moonlit nights, we’ll share this road
Loss and gain will matter no more
Once each departs on a path of his own.”
― Lidija Stankovikj, The Outcasts - A Thousand Dreams of Redemption

“When a baby is born, it is touched twice.
First, Angel Jibrail places his finger on its upper lip, to make it forget the spiritual realm it is coming from.
Then, Shaitan lays his fingers on both sides of its body, to infuse doubt and blame.
Thus, we all come to this world with a ridge on our lips and cry in our souls.
It may take an eon to dispel the dust of fear brought by the Shaitan.
It takes nothing more than a mirror, to see the mark of the Angel.”
― Lidija Stankovikj, The Outcasts - A Thousand Dreams of Redemption

“There is an immense, unreserved trust in life when one is young. You pursue, go off track, rediscover, whine, ans then allow your share of happiness to find you. And you do not realize how rare that occurrence is. You feel entitled to that bliss. And for a while, you bask in it. And it goes on, until the day it is taken away from you. And when that happens, your innocence is gone.”
― Lidija Stankovikj, The Outcasts - A Thousand Dreams of Redemption