Johan Quotes

The only thing humans are equal in is death.

Was the majority right when they stood by while Jesus was crucified? Was the majority right when they refused to believe that the earth moved around the sun and let Galileo be driven to his knees like a dog? It takes fifty years for the majority to be right. The majority is never right until it does right.

Oh, yes--you can shout me down, I know! But you cannot answer me. The majority has might on its side--unfortunately; but right it has not.

To live is to war with trolls in heart and soul. To write is to sit in judgement on oneself.

The person you love is 72.8% water, and it hasn't rained for weeks.

If I wanted you to understand, I would explain it better.

What sort of truths are they that the majority usually supports? They are truths that are of such advanced age that they are beginning to break up. And if a truth is as old as that, it is also in a fair way to become a lie, gentlemen.

How weak the mind when it wants to forget. Maybe you didn't forget. Maybe you're just lying. Is it a lie you tell to everyone around you, or perhaps a lie you tell to yourself?

Do you think your sin will disappear if you lie?

God isn't here. God doesn't even know about this place

Tell me what do you think is the ultimate fear? I really though that I'd already reached the darkest of the dark, but then, ahead of me, I beheld a darkness even greater still.

It takes vast willpower, luck, and skill to be the first. But it takes a gigantic heart to be number two.

In space, no one can hear you scream.

All play means something.

Hatred is created when people gather. I just poured a little oil on it.

But you know, the hard part comes after you conquer the world.

Doctor Tenma. For you all lives are created equal, that's why I came back to life. But you've finally come to realize it now, haven't you? Only one thing is equal for all, and that is death.

Being born really isn't that uncommon... Almost everything in this world is meant to die. In this world, a life born is nothing more than an insignificant speck, and shouldn't even be counted as an existence. Death is natural. (Episode 49)

The big secret to breaking the rules is to make it look as though you're following them.

The eternal gulf between being and idea can only be bridged by the rainbow of imagination.

If a serious statement is defined as one that may be made in terms of waking life, poetry will never rise to the level of seriousness. It lies beyond seriousness, on that more primitive and original level where the child, the animal, the savage, and the seer belong, in the region of dream, enchantment, ecstasy, laughter. To understand poetry we must be capable of donning the child's soul like a magic cloak and of forsaking man's wisdom for the child's.

There’s nothing special about being born. Not a thing. Most of the universe is just death, nothing more. In this universe of ours, the birth of a new life on some corner of our planet is nothing but a tiny, insignificant flash. Death is a normal thing. So why live?

Peace is something you make with your adversaries, not with your friends.

To fill in all the gaps in my knowledge beforehand was out of the question for me. I had to write now, or not at all. And I wanted to write.

He dug his heels into his horse's flanks and sped down the path. He heard the others call out behind him, but he ignored them. He was sure Karl and Johan and the others would have searched the rosebush and that entire are carefully enough; there was nothing to learn there. But he wanted to get to the hunting lodge, to find Prince Grigori and punch him in the nose for losing Petunia, and then make certain that her sisters were alright. And then her would find Petunia, and he would bring her home.

Wie weet heb ik de blunder begaan me tot een oersaaie figuur te ontwikkelen, in haar ogen dan. Ter verdediging kan ik het volgende aanvoeren: de meeste mensen zijn oersaai als je ze maar de tijd geeft om dat te bewijzen.

Our point of departure must be the conception of an almost childlike play-sense expressing itself in various play-forms, some serious, some playful, but all rooted in ritual and productive of culture by allowing the innate human need of rhythm, harmony, change, alternation, contrast and climax, etc., to unfold in full richness.

These 'anthropologists of peace' (who in fact are rather aggressive academics - the ethologist Johan van der Dennen calls them the Peace and Harmony Mafia.

Johan Cruyff was the first player who understood that he was an artist, and the first who was able and willing to collectivise the art of sports.

Starost nas ne podetinji; izraz je loš - starost nas zatiče ko pravu decu još.

I was born in a town that was straight out of a fairy tale. Many people died there, and when I walked away, I held hands with my other self. To me it seemed like we were the only two people in the world. Neither one of us possessed a real name.

Jeg tenkte på ting jeg hadde lest. At den som skal dø, mister sansene i minuttene før. En etter en. Først smakssansen, senere evnen til å lukte. Så forsvinner synet. Berøringssansen. Hørselen. Opplevelsen av smerte. Som å slukke lysene og gå fra kontoret for dagen, låse etter seg og miste nøklene på vegen hjem.

The May sunshine makes both the trolls and the elves disappear, he thought. They burst like soap bubbles. Only human beings remain, for a little while. We are a brief song beneath the sky, laughter in the wind that ends in a sigh. Then we too are gone.

You can deny, if you like, nearly all abstractions: justice, beauty, truth, goodness, mind, God. You can deny seriousness, but not play.

Every disadvantage has its advantage.

A child born today is more likely to reach retirement age than his forebears were to live to their fifth birthday.

But you know, the hard part comes after you conquer the world. (Episode 29)

What do you think true fear is? I thought I had been to the darkest place in the universe. But beyond that... I saw even blacker darkness. (Ep 34)

So it was not superior thinkers, inventors or businesses that made Europe rich, but the fact that European elites were less successful in obstructing them... This is somewhat similar to our era of globalization. More countries, in more places, now have access to the sum of humanity's knowledge, and are open to the best innovations from other places... If progress is blocked in one place, many others will continue humanity's journey. (217-218)

The problem with call-in shows is quite simple, if you only dare to admit it: Democracy is best when not everyone can be heard all the time. If we are constantly reminded of all the stupid things that people say and think, it becomes rather difficult to remember the good and noble arguments for everyone to be able to participate and decide.

The outlaw, the revolutionary, the cabbalist or member of a secret society, indeed heretics of all kinds are of a highly associative if not sociable disposition, and a certain element of play is prominent in all their doings.

Magnificent, magnificent desolation.

Ne pominji mi gomile šarene! Duh beži od nas kad se javi masa.

The true value of communication is often not so much what you say to each other but the simple, powerful fact that you care enough to say something to each other so often.

The killed are dead, the bereaved are traumatized. The trauma may be converted to hatred that may be converted into revenge addiction.

Als kind stelde ik me altijd voor dat de dag handmatig op gang gebracht moest worden gebracht en dat het eeuwig nacht zou blijven als niemand die verantwoordelijkheid op zich nam.

Murder, more murders, still more murders! The Germans take murder more seriously than we do—I mean, as literature,” Uncle Johan explained

We, at the present day, can hardly understand the keenness with which a fur coat, a good fire on the hearth, a soft bed, a glass of wine, were formerly enjoyed.

You’ll be civilized or we’ll leave your arse here.” Johan... "Vital Perception

Aki tökéletesen okos és komoly, az képtelen élni. Minél jobban eltávolodik tőlem, Balgaságtól valaki, annál kevésbé él. Ugyan miért, mi okból csókolgatjuk, ölelgetjük a kisgyermekeket, ha nem azért, mert olyan csodálatosan balgák még. S mi más teszi az ifjúságot oly vonzóvá?

Felicidades, tu nueva vida empieza ahora." Pero ha pensado eso tantas veces... Uno puede cambiar de trabajo y mudarse a una nueva ciudad, pero en realidad nada cambia. Se está atrapado en el mismo cuerpo, la misma escoria circula por la sangre, los mismos recuerdos dan vueltas en la cabeza.

Om man hadde lagt alle ensomme mennesker etter hverandre, ville de ha rukket flere runder rundt jorden. Men vi går ikke ut. Vi møtes ikke, vi legger oss ikke ned sammen. Vi er inne bak vinduene.

Fighting's not a good idea," said Jon-Johan, and the other boys nodded, ending the discussion then and there, even though we girls probably lost some degree of respect for them on that occasion.

Life must be lived as play, playing certain games, making sacrifices, singing and dancing, and then a man will be able to propitiate the gods, and defend himself against his enemies, and win in the contest”. Thus

The word "school" has a curious history behind it. Meaning originally "leisure" it has now acquired precisely the opposite sense of systematic work and training, as civilization restricted the free disposal of the young man's time more and more and herded larger and larger classes of the young to a daily life of severe application from childhood onwards.

Play is battle and battle is play.

For many years the conviction has grown upon me that civilization arises and unfolds in and as play.

I had to write now, or not at all. And I wanted to write.

Shit happens. And then you move on.

La persona che ami è fatta per il 72,8% d'acqua e non piove da settimane.

Moral writing is boring.

ты что, пытаешься найти самого себя? Но вдруг тот, кого ты найдёшь, тебе не понравится, а придётся прожить с ним всю жизнь?

Megértettem, hogy a tanulásnak soha sincs vége, s olyan folyamatról van szó, amelyet szinte minden nap újra kell kezdenünk.

In Spain all 22 players make the sign of the cross before a game; if it worked, every game would be a tie".

Ze zou twee weken wegblijven. Ik miste haar. Ze was er nog.

For også hun hadde hat sin historie, sin lille uregelmæssighet i sit liv (...)Siden sit ulykkelige forhold til en ung fremmed, en ren æventyrer ved navn Johan Nagel, en uanselig dværg, som hadde dukket op på hendes vei ifjor og gjort hende ganske forvirret, hadde fru Dagny hat sine dulgte sorger å trækkes med. Forholdet var ikke endt med at en hat sænkedes dypt og en pyntelig farvel hadde lydt, nei den vilde man var gåt på hodet i havet og hadde gjort ende på sig uten å si et ord.

I was born in a town that was straight out of a fairy tale. Many people died there, and when I walked away, I held hands with my other self. To me it seemed like we were the only two people in the world. Neither one of us possessed a real name. -Johan Liebert

There’s nothing special about being born. Not a thing. Most of the universe is just death, nothing more. In this universe of ours, the birth of a new life on some corner of our planet is nothing but a tiny, insignificant flash. Death is a normal thing. So, why living?

We take it for granted, the world that we love—and we’re destroying it so quickly. The light of dawn on the prairie. The silvery flash of fish in a stream. The cry of a hawk over a forest. Everybody has their own idea of the beautiful, and we’ll surely miss it when it’s gone.

How desperate is it possible to be That's something that's never been researched. There are no statistics. There are no graphs to compare oneself with. No diagrams with uplifting figures. I could still change my mind. Go back to bed. It'll sort itself out all this I thought. No it won't I thought. It really won't.

For us the chief point of interest is the place where the game is played. Generatly it is a simple circle, dyutamandalam, drawn on the ground. The circle as such, however, has a magic significance. It is drawn with great care, all sorts of precautions being taken against cheating. The players are not allowed to leave the ring until they have discharged their obligations. But, sometimes a special hall is provisionally erected for the game, and this hall is holy ground. The Mahabharata devotes a whole chapter to the erection of the dicing hall - sabha - where the Pandavas are to meet their prtners. Games, of chance, therefore, have their serious side. They are included in ritual.

Wat u ook zult beslissen, ik heb mijzelf niets te verwijten, want ik ben volledig vrijgesproken voor de rechtbank van mijn geweten. (-Louis De Potter)

Why couldn't you beat a richer club? I've never seen a bag of money score a goal.

The longer I played in Spain, the more I understood how important a part politics played in the game.

A bölcsesség kezdete az önismeret.

Minden hőstett forrása a háború, a legbalgább dolog a világon.

There is no more striking symptom of the decline of the play-factor than the disappearance of everything imaginative, fanciful, fantastic from men’s dress after the French Revolution. Long

real civilization cannot exist in the absence of a certain play-element, for civilization presupposes limitation and mastery of the self, the ability not to confuse its own tendencies with the ultimate and highest goal, but to understand that it is enclosed within certain bounds freely accepted.

Om negen uur, toen het goed licht was geworden, werd hij wakker. 'De tweede dag van Christus is aangebroken,' dacht hij. 'Het is vrijwel zeker,' zei hij hardop, toen hij de hemel boven de huizen bekeek, 'dat het helder, droog weer wordt. Laat ik niet te lang blijven liggen.' ... 'Het lijkt wel.' zei hij zacht, de radio inschakelend en aan het raam tredend 'of de zon doorkomt.' U hoort thans de cantate voor de tweede kerstdag van Johan Sebastiaan Bach,' zei de omroeper. Frits stelde het toestel zuiver af, holde naar zijn slaapkamer, kwam met zijn shagdoos terug en rolde, op de divan gezeten, zo snel een sigaret, dat hij deze kon aansteken op het ogenblik, dat het onregelmatige geraas van het stemmen van de muziekinstrumenten had opgehouden. ' Nu ben ik gelukkig, ' zei hij hardop en grinnikte.

Aki az élet tragédiáit bölcs belátással akarná végigcsinálni, azonnal megfosztaná magát az élettől. Csakis a balgaság nyújt vigaszt: eltévelyedni, tévedni, tudatlannak lenni nem más, mint embernek lenni.

En hij gaf me met zijn nieuwe, afgetakelde verschijning een laatste les mee, een les waar ik hem om haatte; helden bestaan niet; je heb alleen mensen die ploeteren, mensen die zo goed mogelijk hun best doen.

In play there is something “at play” which transcends the immediate needs of life and imparts meaning to the action. All play means something. If we call the active principle that makes up the essence of play, “instinct”, we explain nothing; if we call it “mind” or “will” we say too much. However we may regard it, the very fact that play has a meaning implies a non-materialistic quality in the nature of the thing itself.

Akinek egy jelszava van, vagy akár csak egyetlen politikai kifejezése, mint például: fajelmélet, bolsevizmus vagy bármi legyen is az, botot tart kezében, mellyel a kutyára üthet. A mai politikai publicisztika nagyjából ilyen botokkal hadonászik, hogy a kutyákra üthessen és olvasóit lázálmos betegekké neveli, kik mindenhol kutyákat látnak.

Вот так мы и сидели по вечерам в комнате Эннен. Я и человек, которого ты всегда мечтал повстречать. И человек этот до одури слушает «Кардиганс». А я думаю о том, что именно тебя мне нужно было встретить много лет назад и обнять.

I turned my face away. She should not act thus. She ought not to excite my imagination with such displays of heavenly innocence and happiness, nor awaken my heart from its slumbers, in which it dreams of the worthlessness of life!

A tudat, hogy szavunk az egész világhoz azonnal eljuthat, olyan ösztönzés, mely öntudatlanul is hatással van a megnyilatkozás módjára, s olyan gazdagság is egyben, melyet csak a legnagyobb szellemóriások viselhetnek el büntetlenül.

Nainen, joka ei halua naimisiin! No johan pomppasi! Ainoa mahdollinen selitys: hän on HERMAFRODIITTI. NIIN, NIIN!! Ei kenties ole kummallista, että joku pöpi sterilisaation puolesta puhuva professori kirjoitti näin 30-luvulla, tai edes se, että joku kynäilijä/pallopää popularisoi nämä teoriat joitakin vuosikymmeniä myöhemmin!! KUMMALLISTA TÄSSÄ ON SE, ETTÄ ERÄS HILPEÄ SETÄMIESPOPPOO VUONNA 1965 INSPIROITUI TÄSTÄ NIIN VALTAVASTI, ETTÄ ONNISTUI VIEMÄÄN LÄPI HAUDAN AVAUKSEN!

The whole functioning of the mediaeval University was profoundly agonistic and ludic. The everlasting disputations which took the place of our learned discussions in periodicals, etc., the solemn ceremonial which is still such a marked feature of University life, the grouping of scholars into nationes, the divisions and subdivisions, the schisms, the unbridgeable gulfs—all these are phenomena belonging to the sphere of competition and play-rules. Erasmus

A bölcsesség úgy áramlik a balgasághoz, mint az ész az érzelmekhez. S a világban sokkal több az érzelem, mint az ész. Ami az életet mozgásban tartja, az élet forrása a balgaság. Mert mi egyéb a szerelem? Miért házasodik az ember, ha nem balgaságból, mely soha nem ismer akadályt? Minden élvezet, minden szórakozás csak a balgaság fűszere.

Wieder hob sie den Blick und richtete die Lampe auf ihr Gesicht. Sie schaute zum Fenster hinüber. Ihre Züge waren jetzt fast noch deutlicher. Sie konnte die Details um ihre Nase studieren, den Mund. Die Haare. Sie sah nicht gut aus. Resigniert schaltete sie die Lampe aus und ließ sie sinken. Und da sah sie es. Ihr Spiegelbild verschwand nicht. Es blieb im Fenster hängen, noch deutlicher als zuvor. Eine Sekunge lang ließ sie sich davon einfach faszinieren. Sie schnitt eine Grimasse. Aber das Spiegelbild veränderte sich nicht.

Yesterday, when I took leave she seized me by the hand, and said, “Adieu, dear Werther.” Dear Werther! It was the first time she ever called me dear: the sound sunk deep into my heart. I have repeated it a hundred times; and last night, on going to bed, and talking to myself of various things, I suddenly said, “Good night, dear Werther!” and then could not but laugh at myself.

Az Enchiridion alaphangja már olyan, amilyen a továbbiakban Erasmus életművének az alaphangja mindig marad: az az ember szól így, aki nem bírja elviselni, hogy a világban a látszat annyira más, mint a lényeg, hogy a világ azokat becsüli, akiket nem kellene, hogy az elvakultság, a mindennapi gondok és a meggondolatlanság megakadályozza az embereket, hogy a dolgok valódi összefüggéseit meglássák.

En in de lente van 1979 besloot ik in al die drukte in de wereld te verdwijnen, nummer twee te worden, iemand die nuttig wilde zijn in plaats van op te vallen, die deed wat hem gevraagd werd. Maar dat is uiteraard een gedachte achteraf, dat het toen begon, een poging het beginpunt van een leven vast te pinnen. Alleen in de fictie, in films en romans kun je het exacte tijdstip van een verandering vaststellen. In de werkelijkheid komt de keuze geleidelijk, de gedachte ontwikkelt zich stukje bij beetje en misschien was het pas ergens in de brugklas dat ik actief besloot om onzichtbaar te zijn.

He was always worrying about me – even when we were kids. If I scraped my knee or fell off my bike, he was the first one to help me up and make sure Mom got a Band-Aid.” “I remember.” I smile. “He was the quintessential big brother.” “He was. But that’s just it – he’s not here to protect me anymore, Anna. And you don’t have to be, either. I know I let stuff get crazy. I didn’t mean to be like that – it just kind of happened. You couldn’t have changed that. I – it was something I had to go through myself.” My throat tightens. “I felt like I let him down,” I say. “All that stuff with smoking and Johan and Jake – I didn’t take care of you. I couldn’t even keep that one simple promise.” “Anna, my brother died. There’s no way you could protect me from that. It’s up to me, now. I let him down. I let me down.

For us the chief point of interest is the place where the game is played. Generally it is a simple circle, dyutamandalam, drawn on the ground. The circle as such, however, has a magic significance. It is drawn with great care, all sorts of precautions being taken against cheating. The players are not allowed to leave the ring until they have discharged their obligations. But, sometimes a special hall is provisionally erected for the game, and this hall is holy ground. The Mahabharata devotes a whole chapter to the erection of the dicing hall - sabha - where the Pandavas are to meet their prtners. Games, of chance, therefore, have their serious side. They are included in ritual.

Nélkülem – mondja Balgaság – a világ egy pillanatig sem lehet meg. „Mert van-e emberi tett, ami ne lenne tele balgasággal? Hiszen balgák »teszik« balga környezetben.” " Az életben semmi közösségi kötelék nem lenne kellemes vagy maradandó nélkülem. Nem tűrné el hosszabb ideig nép a fejedelmét, úr szolgáját, szolgáló az úrnőjét, tanító a tanítványát, barát a barátját, asszony a férjét, ha kölcsönösen nem ámítanák magukat, nem hízelegnének egymásnak, szemet nem hunynának bölcsen, és a Balgaság mézével nem csillapítanák magukat.

Ik zou wat vaker de deur uit moeten, dacht hij bij zichzelf - het was voor het eerst in minstens tien jaar dat hij een boekhandel bezocht. De tempels van stilte die zich herinnerde van vroeger waren blijkbaar verdwenen. Boekhandels waren cafés geworden. En cafés? Cafés waren kantoren geworden, in cafés heerste de rust van de werkvloer, het enige wat je er hoorde was het zachte ruisen van tientallen laptops. Wat er ten slotte van kantoren was geworden, daar kon Hemel alleen maar naar raden. Misschien waren ze wel omgetoverd in sportscholen, of sauna's.

But I promise you, you guys can do it. In four days you'll be the happiest person Earth has ever seen. You'll stand by the ocean and feel the salty sea spray tingling in your nose. You'll be with people you know and love, and you'all appreciate how beautiful everything is. You'll see cars behind you in your rear view mirror, and maybe you'll laugh at the driver's faces. Because they'll look annoyed, bored, angry. And you'll realize what they're missing. You'll live a long and happy life, Mia. Because when you get home, you'll realize that anything is possible. You mustn't ever forget that.

There was a man in Florence, a friar, Fra Savonarola, he induced all the people to think beauty was a sin. Some people think he was a magician and they fell under his spell for a season, they made fires in the streets and they threw in everything they liked, everything they had made or worked to buy, bolts of silk, and linen their mothers had embroidered for their marriage beds, books of poems written in the poet's hand, bonds and wills, rent-rolls, title deeds, dogs and cats, the shirts from their backs, the rings from their fingers, women their veils, and do you know what was worst, Johane – they threw in their mirrors. So then they couldn't see their faces and know how they were different from the beasts in the field and the creatures screaming on the pyre. And when they had melted their mirrors they went home to their empty houses, and lay on the floor because they had burned their beds, and when they got up next day they were aching from the hard floor and there was no table for their breakfast because they'd used the table to feed the bonfire, and no stool to sit on because they'd chopped it into splinters, and there was no bread to eat because the bakers had thrown into the flames the basins and the yeast and the flour and the scales. And you know the worst of it? They were sober. Last night they took their wine-skins …’ He turns his arm, in a mime of a man lobbing something into a fire. ‘So they were sober and their heads were clear, but they looked around and they had nothing to eat, nothing to drink and nothing to sit on.’ ‘But that wasn't the worst. You said the mirrors were the worst. Not to be able to look at yourself.’ ‘Yes. Well, so I think. I hope I can always look myself in the face. And you, Johane, you should always have a fine glass to see yourself. As you're a woman worth looking at.’ You

Wanneer alle spelers na de gedane arbeid op de parkeerplaats voor de school in de steeds warmer wordende avondlucht bijeenkwamen om de ervaringen van die dag uit te wisselen, begreep ik dat iedereen geraakt werd door het stuk waarmee hij bezig was en we voelden dat het over de dood ging en ik geloof dat we beseften (al weten de goden dat we er niet bewust aan dachten) dat dit Wohlmans manier was om ons te vertellen dat ons, zodra we klaar waren met deze school, niet de toekomst wachtte met al zijn openbaringen, kansen en al die andere zaken die we ons hadden voorgesteld - een zee van mogelijkheden en ervaringen - maar juist het begin van iets anders, iets zonder de exploderende kleurenpracht die we elkaar hadden voorgeschilderd, hier zetten we de eerste onmogelijke stappen op weg naar het werkende leven, naar de routine, de eindeloze herhaling, de systematiek en het leven van alledag waar iedereen die vóór ons volwassen geworden was al lang deel van uitmaakte, ochtenden, werkdagen en bezoekjes aan de supermarkt en de rijen voor de kassa en de uren voor de tv of de uren met de was of koken en kinderen die je op sommige dagen liever niet gehad had en de grenzeloze irritatie over de naïeve jeugd die het had over Kerouac, de planning van de volgende ochtend, dit alles ad nauseam herhaald, slechts onderbroken door korte dagen die zich ontvouwden en dan weer verschrompelden, 's zomers of met Kerst, dagen die alleen nog extra benadrukten dat niemand ons kwam verlossen en dat we alleen maar konden hopen dat we in elk geval een beetje konden dansen op het ritme van onze inmiddels o zo voorspelbare levens, dat dat juist onze redding zou blijken zodat we niet langer zouden vechten tegen de monotonie maar die juist zouden accepteren, dat we het triviale zouden omarmen, zoals Wohlman ongetwijfeld gedaan had, tot we op een dag wakker werden en beseften dat de maat waarop we dag in dag uit bewogen, wankel en allesbehalve gracieus, uiteindelijk onze eigen hartslag was, naar, bij gebrek aan een beter woord, hartenlust kloppend van opluchting omdat we nu eindelijk in de geweldige maalstroom waren beland van identieke, voorspelbare dagen.