Ibiza Quotes

Everyone’s still gossiping about where he’s been. The most popular rumours are “dark coming-of-age ceremony that left him too marked up to be in public” and “Ibiza.

Who’s to say what a ‘literary life’ is? As long as you are writing often, and writing well, you don’t need to be hanging-out in libraries all the time. Nightclubs are great literary research centers. So is Ibiza!

Oamenii la care ne gîndim dintr-o dată, fără motiv aparent, sînt cei care ne-au flatat ori ne-au umilit într-un moment sau altul al existenţei noastre. Sînt singurii de care ne amintim după ani, chiar şi atunci cînd au dispărut de tot din orizontul nostru.

Cîştigăm în planul conştiinţei ceea ce pierdem în planul existenţei.

Nu mă pot concentra asupra nici unui lucru, pentru că totul mă plictiseşte, totul mă îndeamnă să mă risipesc. In schimb, m-am interesat de-o mulţime de lucruri, dar de niciunul pînă la capăt, cu excepţia plictisului, poate...

Doar copiii şi nebunii ştiu să nu mintă.

If the US Open was a two-week trip to Ibiza, Wimbledon was a meditative hike through a scenic national park.

Există idei care au oarece greutate doar dacă avem bunul-gust de a nu le aprofunda; de îndată ce vrem să intrăm în detalii, să le explicăm, să le justificăm, ele se năruie şi îşi dezvăluie neantul.

In mijlocul unor peisaje prea frumoase, ne simţim întreaga putreziciune şi ne este lehamite de cadavrul pe care-1 tîrîm după noi.

I had thought, foolishly, that coming to Ibiza would shake things up, dust the cobwebs, reduce the mental weight. I thought, basically, what we all want to think when we step on a plane: that I was about to escape. But no. The trouble with having a change of scene is that if you get there and find that you feel just the same, then you really are trapped. And that was my conclusion.

lawyers. An error at the hour of signing a big contract, or negotiating an acquisition, could easily cost you millions, or be the deciding factor between summers in Ibiza with your model girlfriend or taking a consolation-prize job as product manager at Oracle instead (look,

Borges spune cu destulă dreptate că Pascal se interesează mai puţin de Dumnezeu, cît de combaterea celor care-l tăgăduiesc. In fond, Pascal avea temperament de polemist. Toată opera lui e un atac mai mult sau mai puţin deghizat. (Este si motivul pentru care-mi place atît de mult.)

Not ever was there a time when that man’s penis stayed put where it was supposed to be, instead living its life as a free-flying dilettante, a party penis, as if it were some sort of rich-kid celebrity DJ hitting new hot spots, London, Paris, Ibiza, except instead of those cities it would be a paralegal’s vagina instead.

Sunt un obsedat care se risipeşte, care îşi iroseşte şi îşi spulberă obsesiile.

Sculîndu-mă din pat în toiul nopţii, primul meu gînd a fost să mă arunc în mare din înaltul falezei. Dar noaptea era perfectă, ireproşabilă; pur şi simplu m-a făcut fericit.

A asculta vîntul ne dispensează de poezie, este poezie.

Gripat. Am rămas în pat toată ziua. Revenirea unor vechi obsesii, a sentimentului că pentru mine nimic nu e posibil. Oriunde mă duc, bolile mele mă însoţesc. E datul capital al existenţei mele. S-ar spune chiar că aceste boli mă precedă, că pregătesc terenul ca să pot fi nefericit fără dificultate, fără obstacole. Chiar şi în Paradis de m-aş duce, fenomenul s-ar repeta ineluctabil.

Sure, it's a Friday Night, but this is a winery in Northern Michigan, not a rave in Ibiza, and all the customers probably need to be up bright an early for yoga, boatingh, or doing yoga on a boat.

Funcţia Cuvîntului în cosmogonii. Dumnezeu vorbeşte iar lucrurile se fac. Este o viziune literară a universului, pe care numai omul o putea concepe. Ne-ar plăcea să cunoaştem divagaţiile cosmogonice ale unei creaturi mute.

Reisimine on mõtteviis. Teel olemine on arendav mitmes mõttes. Oma väikeses riigis võib imelihtsalt väikeste mõttetute asjade külge kinni jääda. Ja mitte nähagi, kui avar ja vaimustav on maailm oma mitmepalgelisuses. Võluvalt vaimustav.

I carry on in this island whipped by typhoons Chained to the sea as the waves Crash against the dam, and I proclaim you. I scream, until hoarse, your beloved name. —José Manuel Cardona, from Birnam Wood (Salmon Poetry, 2018), translated by Hélène Cardona

Mi-am amintit ieri un moment capital şi foarte dureros din adolescenţă; iubeam în taină o fată din Sibiu, Cela Schiau, care avea vreo 15 ani; eu aveam 16. Pentru nimic în lume n-aş fi îndrăz¬nit să-i vorbesc; familiile noastre se cunoşteau; aş fi avut ocazii să mă apropii de ea. Era însă peste puterile mele. Timp de doi ani, am trăit chinurile infernului, într-o zi, în împrejurimile Sibiului, în plină pădure, unde mă aflam cu fratele meu, o zăresc pe această fată împreună cu un coleg de şcoală, cel mai antipatic dintre toţi. Pentru mine, a fost o lovitură aproape insuportabilă. Chiar şi acum mă doare. Incepînd din clipa aceea, am hotărît că trebuie să pun punct acestei istorii, că e nedemn de mine să încasez „trădarea". Am început să mă detaşez de fată, s-o dispreţuiesc şi în cele din urmă s-o urăsc. Imi amintesc că în momentul în care tînăra „pereche" trecea, eu citeam ceva din Shakespeare. Aş da foarte mult să ştiu care piesă. Imposibil să-mi amintesc. Dar acest moment mi-a decis „cariera", întreg viitorul. Au urmat ani de totală singurătate. Şi am devenit cel care trebuia să devin.

Să faci două zile de drum ca sa fugi de Paris, şi să regăseşti radioul, tranzistorul etc, tot ce detestai cînd ai plecat.

Fiind tot anul în vacanţă, cînd vine vacanţa propriu-zisă realizez mai bine decît de obicei vidul în care trăiesc: e vidul la pătrat, cel de care sîntem conştienţi în orice moment, vidul oficial al existenţei mele.

WHEN I STILL USED, I WAS ONCE WORKING IN IBIZA, HEDONISM capital of the nineties and the turn of the millennium. People swayed in sweaty swathes and stayed, pilled-up for days. I couldn’t participate, because I was too shy or broken, caught on some taut barbed wire in my mind. Me and my mate Matt, high one night, lost ourselves, found ourselves in a wood and pretended to be animals. It was just us, and we prowled and circled around. We locked eyes and growled and danced. “Let’s pretend we’re animals” was forgotten, and we were animals. We are animals. We are free animals with a divine spark, we’re not in a farm or a zoo or a theme park, we’re free. We’ve forgotten that we’re free.

Astă-noapte m-am gîndit la doi colegi de liceu, de origine ţărănească, extrem de săraci: unul a devenit popă de ţară, celălalt a făcut şcoala militară. Or mai fi trăind ? Habar n-am. Ceea ce m-a făcut să mă gîndesc la ei este un lucru inexplicabil care mă frapase încă din timpul şcolii: amîndoi ştiau totul fără să înveţe. Erau la fel de buni la toate materiile, înţelegeau din prima orice detaliu ştiinţific şi îşi aminteau perfect toate fleacurile pe care le puteau debita profesorii. Erau nu mai puţin dotaţi pentru limbi, deşi niciunul din ei nu avea nici cel mai mic talent literar. Talentele lor erau de domeniul cunoaşterii: tot ce putea fi ştiut, ştiau fără niciun efort, îi invidiam, eu care nu eram capabil decît de divagaţii literare. Gîndindu-te la ei, ai fi tentat să dezgropi teoria reminiscenţei: s-ar spune că-şi aminteau tot ce ştiau, de vreme ce nimic nu-i costa nici cel mai mic efort. Napoleon, care-a purtat 60 de bătălii, a spus că la ultima dintre ele nu ştia despre arta războiului mai multe decît la prima. Era şi cazul colegilor mei... în prima zi cînd au intrat în clasă, veniţi din satul lor, ştiau tot ce era de ştiut, adică trebuia doar să li se amintească ce purtau în ei; să înveţe însă, în sensul propriu al cuvîntului, nu, la asta nu s-ar fi înjosit niciodată.

Ceea ce-l deosebeşte pe gînditor de scriitor e faptul că gînditorul nu se apucă să scrie decît atunci cînd are ceva de spus. (Am formulat mai mult o dorinţă, decît o constatare.)

Nimic nu-i mai rău ca un orgoliu disimulat sub o fizionomie bovină. Nu te porţi cu francheţe — o francheţe vecină cu impertinenţa — decît cu oameni pe care-i consideri cu mult mai prejos decît tine. De altfel, francheţea — în relaţiile literare — nu poate fi deosebită de mojicie sau de provocare. Nu ai dreptul să-i spui unui autor ceea ce gîndeşti cu adevărat despre opera lui, decât dacă-l admiri. Dar cîţi autori poţi admira ?

Many years before he had even heard about Ibiza, he used to doodle all the time. And what he used to draw was this key. Over and over again. Around the time that his daughter was born, he used to draw in diaries. They were symbol diaries of his life and contained no words. They only contained drawings. On every single page, there was a drawing of this key and eventually he ended up having this key in his hands, living in the room that this very key opened the door to.

Gold-digging party girls are a dime a dozen in Ibiza

cocktails in Ibiza

When friends asked how he was coping with his spectacular loss, he would say, ‘I sleep like a baby – I wake up every ten minutes screaming!’ He was advised on health grounds to take a holiday, so he went to his home in Ibiza and ran regularly on the beach. ‘Someone asked me later how much I had lost. I said, “$300 million and 20lbs.

El baile atenta contra la Patria, que no puede ser grande y fuerte con una generación afeminada y corrompida, afirmaba, por ejemplo, el obispo de Ibiza;

I can have as much fun in the bakery aisle of Sainsbury’s as in a club in Ibiza. It’s all about attitude.

Good morning to Karen’s fertile and barren friends. I thought I’d send over the plan for the completely unnecessary, mawkish, and expensive non-tradition borrowed from America that is our friend Karen’s baby shower. Karen thinks it’s always good to demand money and time from people to celebrate her own personal life choices and we felt you haven’t given her quite enough in recent history, what, with the $1500 pound hen do in Ibiza, wedding in Majorca with a strict dress code, and gift registry at Selfridges. (NB: ladies-- if you get a new job or buy or flat on your own, you get a card and that’s it! We want to make sure there’s no prprecedent set. We’re not made of money!!) The good news is, after Karen gives birth she won’t see any of her childless friends unless all they want to do is talk about her baby and nothing else. So you can treat this as her farewell party as well as her baby shower. And save those pennies for a couple of years, that is of course until she comes back to you when she’s stopped breast feeding and is bored out of her mind, demands you all go out to drink, dance, and take loads of drugs, then sends you an offish text the following week saying she can’t really have a night out like that again because “I’M A MOTHER NOW.

Falcon, the Lucky dragon smiles something in my direction.

But this later bit of bilocation-by-editing (Welles in Paris prompting Elmyr in Ibiza) also blatantly reminds you of what the editing room suggests: Orson has orchestrated everything to create, not a “normal” documentary, but a satire on the mind-set that believes in documentaries. Just like the “war of the worlds” satirized those who believe in official media versions of the news.

A bit playful and a little ironic – as if to emphasise how small yet prominent the Swedish scene was – they had started calling their trio Swedish House Mafia. In the summer they travelled to Ibiza, the party island in the Mediterranean that Filip already knew was the kingdom of heaven and played the clubs there. The pictures on the blog showed Sebastian Ingrosso with a sizeable drink in his hand at the legendary spot Pacha, where they performed with the star David Guetta. Steve Angello sat with a sunhat on the beach and read about himself in the music magazine Mixmag. The dream life.

How I feel about you doesn’t compare to anyone else I’ve ever felt anything for. When you touch me, you light up my very dark and uncertain world. Your smile makes me want to sell up in Ibiza and come here to you, and your laugh…God, your laugh stops my heart.

I was born in Ibiza. My circadian rhythms are negotiable.

Sic Semper Reichsfeinde.” A sinister Nazi paraphrasal of the old Roman reproach in Latin; thus always to tyrants. How sinister the world now; 'Thus Always to Enemies of the Reich.

Bali is to Australians what Ibiza is to twelve blokes from Blackpool on a stag do – one long, rowdy, epically-cheap piss-up.

was a little embarrassed after I dressed and sat down to review my schoolwork. She had a large tumbler of imported sherry and poured me a small glass. The Jerez sherry was an indulgence she had learned during the two years she had lived in Barcelona and Ibiza. She pushed the schoolwork aside and started to talk, more a slangish monologue than a lecture: “I certainly don’t believe that story about you screwing a pheasant-hunter but that’s your business, and right now it should matter to no one except you. You’re going to have a hard time, because you are lovely and your body is as fine as I’ve seen.” I objected to this as ugly and irrelevant but she went on: “You have to study extremely hard and find some subject or profession you’re obsessed with because in our culture it has been very hard on the attractive women I know. They are leered at, teased, abused, set on a pedestal, and no one takes them seriously, so you have to use all your energies to develop

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The 4-Hour Workweek Films: The Bourne Identity, Shaun of the Dead “Flow” album: Gran Hotel Buenos Aires by Federico Aubele “Wake-up” album: One-X by Three Days Grace The 4-Hour Body Films: Casino Royale, Snatch “Flow” album: Luciano Essential Mix (2009, Ibiza) featuring DeadMau5 “Wake-up” album: Cold Day Memory by Sevendust The 4-Hour Chef Films: Babe (Yes, the pig movie. It was the first thing that popped up for free under Amazon Prime. I watched it once as a joke and it stuck. “That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.” Gets me every time.) “Flow” album: “Just Jammin’” extended single track by Gramatik “Wake-up” album: Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin Tools of Titans Films: None! I was traveling and used people-watching at late-night cafés in Paris and elsewhere as my “movie.” “Flow” album: I Choose Noise by Hybrid “Wake-up” album: Over the Under by Down

Some nights once we finished performing at Teatro Pereyra in Ibiza we would head to Itaka, a small music hangout, avoiding the crazy clubbing crowds, where we'd play our own compositions & chill. Find a safe after party.

Ibizal teatavasti on veidraid nähtusi ja inimesi küllaga, see saar lausa tõmbab mingi magnetina kiiksuga inimesi ligi. Mina aga armastan veidrusi, sest neis on nii palju avastamisrõõmu. Teiste kiikse jälgides on vahel ka ennast kergem mõista või siis oma sallivuse piire kompida.

They were the kind of couple you rolled your eyes at. The couple you wanted to punch square in their perfect noses, but secretly hoped would become your new best friends and invite you to a private dinner party where you’d eat something made with truffle oil and share a rueful laugh about the party scene in Ibiza.

Balearic Islands – all 151 of them. They form Europe’s largest archipelago but only five are inhabited: Majorca, Menorca, Ibiza, Formentera and Cabrera.

Ibiza me réussit aussi mal que Valldemosa à Chopin.

En todos los idiomas las dos palabras de mejor sonoridad siempre se reservan para dar nombre a las mariposas y a las islas. Pero las palabras a veces engañan, porque si miras de cerca a una mariposa y te olvidas de sus alas no dejas de ver un insecto.

On holiday in Ibiza in 2001, a young woman from Edinburgh met a young man from London and he gave her his number on the back of a bar receipt. But when she got home, the receipt was nowhere to be found. Chalking it up to carelessness, she called her mother to tell her about the holiday – only for her suitor to answer the phone. She had misdialled her mother’s mobile number, which was only one digit different from his.

he would have to go due south instead, around the outside of Majorca and Ibiza – pirate waters,

Álbum para «fluir»: «Luciano Essential Mix» (2009, Ibiza) interpretado por DeadMau5.

can have as much fun in the bakery aisle of Sainsbury’s as in a club in Ibiza. It’s all about attitude.

Fake Chemical State is a sexually ambiguous record that has an aura of flitting from one romantic adventure to the next. Around the time I wrote it, I was living in Ibiza and had a boyfriend – a very sweet guy who was gorgeous to look at, super-fit, metrosexual and well-groomed. Everything was fun in the beginning. For a while it was oddly liberating because, with a straight boy, I could walk down the road holding hands and didn’t have to worry about public displays of affection, whereas with a woman you need to stay on alert and be aware of what’s happening around you to avoid homophobic harassment.

The plan – mine and Andrea’s – had been to sort our lives out so we didn’t have to go back to Ibiza that summer. But one lunch break I felt this intense bleakness inside me as if a cloud had passed over my soul. I literally couldn’t stomach another hour phoning people who didn’t want to be phoned. So I left the job. Just walked out. I was a failure. A quitter. I had nothing at all on the horizon. I was sliding down, becoming vulnerable to an illness that was waiting in the wings. But I didn’t realise it. Or didn’t care. I was just thinking of escape.

I used to deal with worry by distracting myself. By going out to clubs, by drinking heavily, by spending summers in Ibiza, by wanting the spiciest food, the brashest movies, the edgiest novels, the loudest music, the latest nights. I was scared of the quiet. I was scared, I suppose, of having to slow down and soften the volume. Scared of having nothing but my own mind to listen to.

I had been an island. And yet now, thanks to Christina and La Presencia, I realised that there are no islands. If you go far enough down, everything is connected. Ibiza

Hayatını değiştirmek istemiyorsan, ne demeye hemen hiç tanımadığın birinin sana bıraktığı, işlek bir yoldaki berbat bir evde yaşamak için İbiza'ya taşındın ki?

What? It was harmless fun. Who knew Alex would get so upset about male strippers? It was a bachelorette party.” “I think it was less the strippers and more the waking up in a strange hotel in Ibiza part,” Bridget said dryly. “I think it was both,” I decided.