Traveling outgrows its motives. It soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is making you - or unmaking you.
Nicolas BouvierTags: travel
That day, I really believed that I had grasped something and that henceforth my life would be changed. But insights cannot be held for ever. Like water, the world ripples across you and for a while you take on its colours. Then it recedes, and leaves you face to face with the void you carry inside yourself, confronting that central inadequacy of soul which you must learn to rub shoulders with and to combat, and which, paradoxically, may be our surest impetus.
Nicolas BouvierTags: travel
In the end, the bedrock of existence is not made up of the family, or work, or what others say or think of you, but of moments like this when you are exalted by a transcendent power that is more serene than love. Life dispenses them parsimoniously; our feeble hearts could not stand more.
Nicolas BouvierTime passed in brewing tea, the odd remark, cigarettes, then dawn came up. The widening light caught the plumage of quails and partridges...and quickly I dropped this wonderful moment to the bottom of my memory, like a sheet-anchor that one day I could draw up again.You stretch, pace to and fro feeling weightless, and the word 'happiness' seems too thin and limited to describe what has happened. In the end, the bedrock of experience is not made up of the family, or work, of what others say or think of you, but of moments like this when you are exalted by a transcendent power that is more serene than love. Life dispenses them parsimoniously; our feeble hearts could not stand more.
Nicolas BouvierThat day, I thought that I held something important and that my life would be changed. But nothing of this nature is acquired definitively. Like water, the world traverses you, and for a while, lends you its colours. It then draws back, leaving you once again to face the emptiness that one carries in oneself, to face that central insufficiency of the spirit that one must learn to live with, to fight, and which, paradoxically, is possibly our surest driving force.
Nicolas BouvierTraveling provides occasions for shaking oneself up but not, as people believe, freedom. Indeed it involves a kind of reduction: deprived of one’s usual setting, the customary routine stripped away like so much wrapping paper, the traveller finds himself reduced to more modest proportions - but also more open to curiosity, to intuition, to love at first sight.
Nicolas BouvierThe over-ripe, golden autumn which had taken hold of the town tugged at our heartstrings. The nomadic life makes you sensitive to the seasons: you rely on them, even become part of the season itself, and each time they change, it seems to have to tear yourself away from a place where you have learned to live.
Nicolas Bouvier„Често казват, че пътуванията са бягства, но за мен са по-скоро дирения. Има и неща, от които е препоръчително да бягаш. Например да си отидеш, за да не заемеш нишата, която обществото вече ти е приготвило. За да избегнеш маршрута: следване - диплома - докторат - професура - хонорис кауза - пенсионни осигуровки - пенсия - осигуровки за инвалидност - ковчег. Аз не съм осигурен.
Nicolas BouvierНякой ден ще се върна, ако трябва, яхнал метла.
Nicolas BouvierЗа турците заключава: "Между джамиите и спасителните им градини те си бяха създали едно по селски спокойно островче, добре защитено срещу кошмара, една цивилизация на пъпеша, на чалмата, на цветята от станиол, на брадата, късата дебела тояга и синовното уважение, на патладжана, арпаджика и пръднята и на непреодолимото влечение към градините със сини сливи, където привлечена от миризмата на зрели плодове, понякога нощем влизаше по някоя мечка, да се натъпче до насита и да получи страхотни колики.
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