Vel The Wonder Quotes

Thereforeonyourjourneybesuretotakegoldencupsfull of the sweet drink oflife, red wine, and give it to dead matter, so that it can win life back The dead matter will change into black serpents. Do not be frightened, the serpents will immediately put out the sun of your days, and a night with wonderful will-o'-the-wisps will come over YOU. 140 Take pains to waken the dead. Dig deep mines and throw in sacrificial gifts, so that they reach the dead. Reflect in good heart upon evil, this is the way to the ascent. But before the ascent, everything is night and Hell. . What do you think of the essence of Hell? Hell is when the depths come to you with all that you no longer are or are not yet capable of Hell is when you can no longer attain what you could attain. Hell is when you must thinlc and feel and do everything that you know you do not want. Hell is when you know that your havingtoisalsoawantingto,andthatyouyourselfareresponsible for it. Hell is when you know that everything serious that you have planned with yourself is also laughable, that everything fine is also brutal, that everything good is also bad, that everything high is also low, and that everything pleasant is also shameful. But the deepest Hell is when you realize that Hell is also no Hell, but a cheerful Heaven, not a Heaven in itself, but in this respect a Heaven, and in that respect a Hell. That is the ambiguity of the God: he is born from a dark ambiguity and rises to a bright ambiguity. Unequivocalness is simplicityandleadstodeath.141Butambiguityisthewayoflife.142 If the left foot does not move, then the right one does, and you move. The God wills this.143 You say: the Christian God is unequivocal, he is 10ve.l44 But what is more ambiguous than love? Love is the way of life, but your love is only on the way oflife ifyou have a left and a right. Nothing is easier than to play at ambiguity and nothing is more difficult than living ambiguity. He who plays is a child; his God is old and dies. He who lives is awakened; his God is young and goes on. He who plays hides from the inner death. He who lives feels the going onward and immortality. So leave the play to the players. Let fall what wants to fall; if you stop it, it will sweep you away. There is a true love that does not concern itself with neighbors.

Maar een trein vergeef je veel. Want de trein is een wonder waarover met grotere gebaren kan worden verteld dan over enig ander voertuig. De naam Stephenson galmde door alle klaslokalen, en misschien galmt hij zelfs in het klasje waar ik achteraan in de klas zat en van mijn stotterende buurman luizen kreeg nog altijd na. Wij hebben heldenverhalen gehoord over de eerste trein en niet over de eerste auto, wij weten dat België het dichtste spoorwegennet ter wereld heeft, dat de eerste Europese passagierslijn tussen Brussel en Mechelen liep en dat de koeien zodanig flipten op het voorbij denderen van die eerste trein dwars door hun ooit zo rustige wei dat de hele bevolking wel drie weken lang zure melk moest drinken waarop een vel lag van zo'n zeven duimen dik. Overdrijf ik? Een beetje, maar toch niet veel. Meester Buyle hief zijn armen ten hemel, zijn hoofd zwol op tot de foto van koning Boudewijn in de schaduw van zijn kaken stond wanneer hij oreerde over een tijd waarin België nog iets betekende op wereldvlak, over vooruitgang, over stationsgebouwen die werden opgetrokken als gotische kathedralen, en dat al die welvaart te maken had met de komst van de trein en de schitterende organisatie van onze spoorwegen. Ik ben er zeker van dat meester Buyle niet de enige leraar was die zich ooit op deze wijze voor het bord heeft aangesteld.

What are you saying?” Roine asked. Tan looked over at his mother, at Cianna, even over to Vel. Would they be ready for what he suspected would come? Now that the Utu Tonah knew of the draasin, only the kingdoms stood between him and the power he sought. Too many shapers had died battling Incendin for them to be ready. Tan sighed, feeling along his bonds. To Asboel, injured and curled up in his den. To Honl, swirling around him, hiding around Tan. To Amia, safely in Ethea. After all that he’d been through, all he wanted was peace. A chance for he and Amia to be together. Time for him to understand the bond he shared with Asboel and with Honl. Instead, they faced the possibility of a worse attack than Incendin. But it was the reason the Mother had given him his gifts. Tan was certain of that now. And how long had he wondered why he was able to not only shape all the elements, but speak to the elementals? And he began to understand what had driven Incendin to seek power, even what might have driven the ancient scholars to seek the power of the artifact. As much as he might want to avoid using it, would he have any choice were he to save those he cared about? “War is coming, Roine. And I don’t think the kingdoms are ready.