Mykonos Quotes

But that was over there, in Greece. This was Mykonos, a seaside sanctuary so timeless that I half expected to glimpse Hercule Poirot and Captain Hastings walking along the dock as we disembarked from the ferry.

We’re often wrong at predicting who or what will transform us. Encountering certain people, books, music, places, or ideas … at just the right time can immediately make our lives happier, richer, more beautiful, resonant, or meaningful. When it happens, we feel a kind of instant love for them, both deep and abiding. Now and then it can be something as trifling as a children’s book, a returned telephone call, or a night at a seaside bar in Mykonos.

Some places, such as Paris, have a magic best experienced for brief periods so the romantic feeling doesn’t become tainted by a day to day reality. But Mykonos was different in that respect. Mykonos made you long for the restful, happy day to day reality of life on the Greek island, and it was the brief visits that tortured the soul. Paris was a romantic respite from life, Mykonos was life itself, and living. I understood why Susan had made a home for herself on Mykonos.

Her dress sparkled like the stars that blanketed the Mykonos night sky.

Land and Sea The brilliant colors are the first thing that strike a visitor to the Greek Isles. From the stunning azure waters and blindingly white houses to the deep green-black of cypresses and the sky-blue domes of a thousand churches, saturated hues dominate the landscape. A strong, constant sun brings out all of nature’s colors with great intensity. Basking in sunshine, the Greek Isles enjoy a year-round temperate climate. Lemons grow to the size of grapefruits and grapes hang in heavy clusters from the vines of arbors that shade tables outside the tavernas. The silver leaves of olive trees shiver in the least sea breezes. The Greek Isles boast some of the most spectacular and diverse geography on Earth. From natural hot springs to arcs of soft-sand beaches and secret valleys, the scenery is characterized by dramatic beauty. Volcanic formations send craggy cliffsides plummeting to the sea, cause lone rock formations to emerge from blue waters, and carve beaches of black pebbles. In the Valley of the Butterflies on Rhodes, thousands of radiant winged creatures blanket the sky in summer. Crete’s Samaria Gorge is the longest in Europe, a magnificent natural wonder rife with local flora and fauna. Corfu bursts with lush greenery and wildflowers, nurtured by heavy rainfall and a sultry sun. The mountain ranges, gorges, and riverbeds on Andros recall the mainland more than the islands. Both golden beaches and rocky countrysides make Mykonos distinctive. Around Mount Olympus, in central Cyprus, timeless villages emerge from the morning mist of craggy peaks and scrub vegetation. On Evia and Ikaria, natural hot springs draw those seeking the therapeutic power of healing waters. Caves abound in the Greek Isles; there are some three thousand on Crete alone. The Minoans gathered to worship their gods in the shallow caves that pepper the remotest hilltops and mountain ranges. A cave near the town of Amnissos, a shrine to Eileithyia, goddess of childbirth, once revealed a treasure trove of small idols dedicated to her. Some caves were later transformed into monasteries. On the islands of Halki and Cyprus, wall paintings on the interiors of such natural monasteries survive from the Middle Ages. Above ground, trees and other flora abound on the islands in a stunning variety. ON Crete, a veritable forest of palm trees shades the beaches at Vai and Preveli, while the high, desolate plateaus of the interior gleam in the sunlight. Forest meets sea on the island of Poros, and on Thasos, many species of pine coexist. Cedars, cypress, oak, and chestnut trees blanket the mountainous interiors of Crete, Cyprus, and other large islands. Rhodes overflows with wildflowers during the summer months. Even a single island can be home to disparate natural wonders. Amorgos’ steep, rocky coastline gives way to tranquil bays. The scenery of Crete--the largest of the Greek Isles--ranges from majestic mountains and barren plateaus to expansive coves, fertile valleys, and wooded thickets.

Ancient Ways Considering their favorable strategic location, pleasant climate, and natural beauty, is it any wonder that the Greek Isles became the cradle of Western culture? For millennia, the Greek islands have exerted a powerful magnetic force on people around the world. Seafaring conquerors have long recognized the importance and beauty of these islands. Ancient Phoenician ships came ashore as early as the third millennium B.C.E., followed by would-be conquerors from mainland Greece, Rome, Venice, and Turkey. Invaders have laid claim to these islands from antiquity well into the modern era. Pleasure seekers have also been drawn to the area. Ancient Minoan kings built their luxurious palaces among the citrus groves and rugged hillsides that overlook the placid seas. Scenes depicted in ancient wall paintings and on decorated pottery suggest that the islands have been a center of hedonistic activity--dancing, drinking, and romance--for eons. Today, visitors from around the world indulge in these same activities, drawn to the beaches, tavernas, and discotheques that pepper the many island harbors. Contemporary travelers to the Greek Isles come for myriad reasons and find a dazzling array of unexpected delights, for each of the more than three thousand islands has its own particular character. From the larger, bustling islands of Crete, Rhodes, and the island nation of Cyprus to the quieter havens of Folegandros and Kárpathos, to the hundreds of tiny, uninhabited islets of the region, the Greek Isles present a collage of diverse landscapes and customs. Mykonos is fun-loving, with lively tavernas and populated beaches. Delos is stoic, protecting the ruins of its ancient sanctuaries in solemn dignity. Milos is magical, with its volcanic rock formations and stunning village vistas.

Soon we began to collect a little group of odd people who would drink with us every cocktail hour. Brigitte, who was a 22-year-old German, very beautiful, could have been on the cover of Stern magazine. Her boyfriend Volker was one of the most beautiful men I'd ever met - people said he looked like James Hunt, the English racecar driver. He was like Billy Budd. He was from Germany and had been a cowboy in Wyoming. Then there was Elford Elliot from England, who had something to do with producing garden gnomes. He was tripping on acid all the time and going out to Delos, this little island off Mykonos, chipping little pieces off the ancient ruins, which he then brought back in the pocket of his jumpsuit. Then there was Bryan, an IBM operator from Australia, who fancied himself as a kind of Oscar Wilde figure. I don't know why. The only story of his I remember was about some Australians who stole a garden gnome from the front lawn of a very elegant mansion and took it for a trip around the world. They would send postcards back to the owner saying things like, 'Having a lovely time in the Fiji Islands' and sign it, 'The Garden Gnome.' After six weeks, they brought the garden gnome back and left it on the lawn with little suitcases full of tiny clothing they'd knitted for it.

Vida é o que existe entre o nascimento e a morte. O que acontece no meio é o que importa. No meio, a gente descobre que sexo sem amor também vale a pena, mas é ginástica, não tem transcendência nenhuma. Que tudo o que faz você voltar pra casa de mãos abanando (sem uma emoção, um conhecimento, uma surpresa, uma paz, uma ideia) foi perda de tempo. Que a primeira metade da vida é muito boa, mas da metade pro fim pode ser ainda melhor, se a gente aprendeu alguma coisa com os tropeços lá do início. Que o pensamento é uma aventura sem igual. Que é preciso abrir a nossa caixa preta de vez em quando, apesar do medo do que vamos encontrar lá dentro. Que maduro é aquele que mata no peito as vertigens e os espantos. No meio, a gente descobre que sofremos mais com as coisas que imaginamos que estejam acontecendo do que com as que acontecem de fato. Que amar é lapidação, e não destruição. Que certos riscos compensam – o difícil é saber previamente quais. Que subir na vida é algo para se fazer sem pressa. Que é preciso dar uma colher de chá para o acaso. Que tudo que é muito rápido pode ser bem frustrante. Que Veneza, Mykonos, Bali e Patagônia são lugares excitantes, mas que incrível mesmo é se sentir feliz dentro da própria casa. Que a vontade é quase sempre mais forte que a razão. Quase? Ora, é sempre mais forte. No meio, a gente descobre que reconhecer um problema é o primeiro passo para resolvê-lo. Que é muito narcisista ficar se consumindo consigo próprio. Que todas as escolhas geram dúvida, todas. Que depois de lutar pelo direito de ser diferente, chega a bendita hora de se permitir a indiferença. Que adultos se divertem muito mais do que os adolescentes. Que uma perda, qualquer perda, é um aperitivo da morte – mas não é a morte, que essa só acontece no fim, e ainda estamos falando do meio. No meio, a gente descobre que precisa guardar a senha não apenas do banco e da caixa postal, mas a senha que nos revela a nós mesmos. Que passar pela vida à toa é um desperdício imperdoável. Que as mesmas coisas que nos exibem também nos escondem (escrever, por exemplo). Que tocar na dor do outro exige delicadeza. Que ser feliz pode ser uma decisão, não apenas uma contingência. Que não é preciso se estressar tanto em busca do orgasmo, há outras coisas que também levam ao clímax: um poema, um gol, um show, um beijo. No meio, a gente descobre que fazer a coisa certa é sempre um ato revolucionário. Que é mais produtivo agir do que reagir. Que a vida não oferece opção: ou você segue, ou você segue. Que a pior maneira de avaliar a si mesmo é se comparando com os demais. Que a verdadeira paz é aquela que nasce da verdade. E que harmonizar o que pensamos, sentimos e fazemos é um desafio que leva uma vida toda, esse meio todo.

The beauty in front of her interrupted her thoughts. She took a deep breath, staring at the shores of Mykonos with the scenic coves and the golden sand beaches. "Welcome home, Helena…

And you, you’re afraid to let go of your relationship and be lived by the Great One for real. If you want my gut feeling, it’s time for you and the Peepster to trust deeper than the form of your relationship. Let go of each other

I felt like a pilgrim upon a rare and spiritual planet landing the soil of Mykonos,I ensured it could give me a high inspiration for a next new epic,which was machining inside my inner brains.

Paul Hawken here in The Embassy—in 1965 he was an outstanding activist, sweat shirts and blue jeans and toggle coats, went on the March from Selma, worked as a photographer for CORE in Mississippi, risked his life to take pictures of Negro working conditions, and so on. Now he’s got on a great Hussar’s coat with gold frogging. His hair is all over his forehead and coming around his neck in terrific black Mykonos curls. “I take it you aren’t too tight with CORE any more.” He just laughs.