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Dolce far niente: the pleasure of doing anything
Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)
To have output you must have input. It helps to go on a period of creative nourishment, or dolce far niente, clearing the brain. Go to bed with the cat, some flouffy pillows, tea and a book which could not in any sense be called improving. Read for fun for a change: superior Chicklit is good, or children’s classics. You are not allowed to try and analyse what the author is doing. After a good sleep, go and do something new, or that you haven’t done for a while....
Lucy Sussex
Dolce Far Niente
Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)
The nonchalance and dolce-far-niente air of nature and society hint at infinite periods in the progress of mankind.
Henry David Thoreau
Voleva essere posseduto, preso, voleva essere quello che si abbandonava. Doveva dimostrare a Jesse che questa volta era per sempre.«Shane, va tutto bene. Lo voglio. Ho bisogno di sentire che appartengo ancora a te. In questi pochi mesi che siamo stati insieme… nient’altro nella vita mi è sembrato più reale.»«No. Niente. Noi ci apparteniamo. Ecco perché c’era sempre qualcosa che non andava quando ci provavamo con qualcun altro.»Jesse sorrise, quel dolce, splendido sorriso assolutamente-non-di-Kayden-Berlin. Shane sentì il cuore battergli nel petto. Era come tornare indietro nel tempo. Si chinò in avanti e baciò Jesse con gli occhi chiusi, e avrebbe giurato di sentire l’odore della sua vecchia stanza: candele al mirtillo, vecchi calzini, e aria polverosa di fine estate. Era estate quando lui e Jesse si erano innamorati, e forse era stato il fato a farli ritrovare di nuovo in estate
Piper Vaughn (Moonlight Becomes You (Lucky Moon, #1))
Impari lentamente, mio amato, ma impari. E ciò che si impara lentamente scende più nel profondo. Voi uomini e i vostri Dei! Vi beffate della Madre per la sua lentezza da lumaca, perché crea ciecamente al buio. Tuttavia quando create senza di Lei, in fretta e alla luce, create davvero ciecamente, dando forma, magari, alla morte di un mondo! Ebbene, avvelenate il mare e il cielo, l'aria che respirate, e persino la dolce pelle bruna del suo seno, che Essa vi ha sempre permesso di lacerare per darvi le messi. Uccidete e uccidete finché non rimane più niente se non ossa nude su una terra squallida e contaminata. La Madre è potente; Essa ha molti corpi, e il vostro mondo è solo uno di quelli. Nella Sua potenza Essa può tuttavia guarire le vostre ferite e far rifiorire la terra, sì: allevare voi uomini, anche se deve partorire di nuovo tutta la vostra razza. Perché una buona madre è paziente; sa che un bambino inciampa più volte prima d'imparare a camminare...
Evangeline Walton (Prince of Annwn (Mabinogion Tetralogy #1))
Dolce Far Niente
Liz Gilbert
Questa è una storia che come tutte le storie non ha inizio. E questa è una storia che come tutte le storie ha una fine. Facile sarebbe e più veloce balzare alla conclusione immediatamente e tralasciare tutta l’intricata ragnatela degli eventi, magari pensando che nella fine c’è tutto il senso di ogni cosa. Che la fine si svela come un fiore a lungo trattenuto dal gridare. Ma non è così. Nella fine non c’è nulla di niente al di là del punto. Così il fantasticare oltre o sul suo significato è solo una fantasia che l’alba del mondo ci ha regalato come una dolce favola per bambini. Invece è con mano tremante che le dita battono sui tasti alla ricerca di un inizio. Ma già solo il primo tentativo ci vede persi in biforcazioni, rivoli e diramazioni successive in un labirinto inestricabile tale da far esitare la mente di fronte al trionfo del possibile. Perché di questo si tratta: l’inizio non c’è se non come la sorgente di un Nilo della mente.
Piero Olmeda (La prima di tutte le donne - parte prima)
Any fanciful ambition involves an overloaded opinion of my own capability, a wrong evaluation in an upward direction. If, for example, my dream is to become one of the great philosophers of the world, then my fanciful ambition might be to solve the problem of time. Why is it dangerous to nourish such ambitions? Because the precious mirage of ‘I’m going to do’ gets in the way of ‘I do’. The fanciful ambition is thus the project that prevents you from doing. An example would be the project of reading the works of the great thinkers in the most fundamental way. This is a fanciful ambition, because there can be no definitive reading of the great philosophers. This time it is no longer a matter of personal projection: I start with myself and see myself as a great hero. This time we are dealing with a mystification at the level of action. He who nourishes fanciful ambitions is a man of action sabotaged by his own project of doing. He sets out to do in his own space something that he cannot do. He wants to catch a whale with a flimsy fishing line. It is the very grandeur of his project that puts the brakes on its achievement. This lack of adjustment to one’s own possibilities is another source of failure. In my generation there was a guy called Ştefan Teodorescu who was always making up ample tables of contents. He never even got as far as writing the introduction. However the nourisher of fanciful ambitions is not an agonized failure; his life becomes a dolce far niente, a sort of continuous waltz among a host of projects endlessly taken up and abandoned again. There is a Chinese proverb: ‘Every road starts with the fi rst step’. The nourisher of fanciful ambitions never manages to make that fi rst step. Or if he does, he leaves the road before he has trodden firmly on it.
Alexandru Dragomir
Perhaps we should borrow the Italian concept of “dolce far niente,” literally translated as “the sweetness of doing nothing.
Juliet Funt (A Minute to Think: Reclaim Creativity, Conquer Busyness, and Do Your Best Work)
I believe that we shocked each other by how swiftly we went from being the people who knew each other best in the world to being a pair of the most mutually incomprehensible strangers who ever lived. But it was vital to my survival to have a one bedroom of my own i saw the aprtment almost as a sanatorium a hospice clinci for my own recovery I painted the walls in the warmest colors i could find and bought myself flowers every week as if i were visiting myself in the hospital is this lifetime supposed to be only about duty why are you studying Italian so that just in case Italy ever invades Ethiopia again and is actually successful this time? ciao comes from if you must know it's an abbreviation of a phrase used by medieval venetians as an intimate salutation Sono il Suo Schiavo meaning i am your slave. om Naamah Shivaya meaning I honor the divinity that resides whin me. I wanted to experience both , I wanted worldly enjoyment and divine transcendence the dual glories of a human life I wanted what the Greeks called kalos kai agathos the singular balance of the good and he beautiful I'd been missing both during these last hard years because both pleasure and devotion require a stress free space in which to flourish and I'd been living in a giant trash compactor of nonstop anxiety , As for how to balance the urge for pleasure against the longing for devotion. four feet on the ground a head full of foliage looking at the world through the heart. it was more than I wanted to toughly explore one aspect of myself set against the backdrop of each country in a place that has traditionally done that one thing very well. same guatemalan musicians are always playing id rather be a sparrow than a snail on their bamboo windpipes oh how i want italian to open itself up to me i havent felt so starved for comprehension since then dal centro della mia vita venne una grande fontanana dolce sitl nuovo Dante wrote his divine comedy in terza rima triple rhyme a chain of rhymes with each rhyme repeating here times every five lines. lamor che move il sole e laltre stelle we are the masters of bel far niente larte darrangiarsi The reply in italy to you deserve a break today would probably be yeah no duh that's why I'm planning on taking a break at noon to go over to your house and sleep with your wife, I walked home to my apartment and soft-boiled a pair of fresh brown eggs for my lunch i peeled the eggs and arranged them on a plate beside the seven stalks of the asparagus (which were so slim and snappy they didn't need to be cooked at all,)I put some olives on the plate too and the four knobs of goat cheese I'd picked up yesterday from the fromagerie down the street tend two slices of pink oily salmon for dessert a lovely peach which the woman at the market had given to me for free and which was still warm form the roman sunlight for the longest time I couldn't even touch this food because it was such a masterpiece of lunch a true expression of the art of making something out of nothing finally when i had fully absorbed the prettiness of my meal i went and sat in apatch of sunbeam on my clean wooden floor and ate every bit of it with my fingers while reading my daily newspaper article in Italian happiness inhabited my every molecule. I am inspired by the regal self assurance of this town so grounded and rounded so amused and monumental knowing that she is held securely in the palm of history i would like to be like rome when i am an old lady. I linger over my food and wine for many hours because nobody in
Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)
dolce far niente’ – the sweetness of doing nothing.
Rosie Meleady (A Rosie Life In Italy 4: Potatoes, Pizza and Poteen)