I'm glad to see that Tarelle is back, and still in the Christmas spirit :).
Dear Tarelle, here is your very-very belated birthday present. This is one of the wisdoms I like the most and I had a hard time to learn myself. Sorry for the clumsy translation. For compensation, I added one more water-picture.
I hope you like it.
Sandor Marai: Herbarium
63., Of waiting for the things
To wait, with the patience of an angel and a saint, for the things – people, ideas, conditions – which belong to you, find you. Not to rush toward them, not to make a step, not to urge them with a word, with a move to come. Because certain people, ideas, conditions which belong to your life, personality, your physical and spiritual fate, are always on their way to you. Books. Men. Women. Friendships. Revelations, truths. All these are on their way toward you, flowing slowly, and one day you will have to meet. But you shall not flurry, or hurry their advancing. If you rush toward them, you might miss what is important and belongs to you. Wait, with all your might, carefully, with all your fate and life.
To wait, with the patience of an angel and a saint, for the things – people, ideas, conditions – which belong to you, find you. Not to rush toward them, not to make a step, not to urge them with a word, with a move to come. Because certain people, ideas, conditions which belong to your life, personality, your physical and spiritual fate, are always on their way to you. Books. Men. Women. Friendships. Revelations, truths. All these are on their way toward you, flowing slowly, and one day you will have to meet. But you shall not flurry, or hurry their advancing. If you rush toward them, you might miss what is important and belongs to you. Wait, with all your might, carefully, with all your fate and life.
10 comments:
Dear nana, both the picture and the text are splendid, thank you ! Where did you get them ? (which beach, which book ? :)
and here I go...almost crying :-)
This is such a nice text, such nice thoughts. I am trying to learn to implement what it says but I am afraid I am still very-very far...
No, you are not! But things are coming to you, too, you know, slowly... as it says in the text.
Sándor király!!!
Now, what we miss now is a beansoup kiss. beansoup?
Love, tarelle
Hey tarelle, do you realize it is the same guy who wrote "Embers"? (A gyertyák csonkig égnek hülye angol címfordítása. A ford.)
You were not so fond if him then :-D
The title of the book is "Fuveskonyv" what I translated Herbarium since I have no clue what the proper English word would be...seeing the "Embers" I guess anything would do. (so you were fond of him, that is even better!)
The picure was taken in August 2006 on the Vancouver Island, which is the westernmost bit of this land. At Spider lake if I am not mistaken.
I think this waiting is an art, and time is needed to master it. And to believe that some things are not - should not - be the results of hard work and careful planning. I am a very controlling person, so this was a hard lesson. But the recent turns of my life gave new meaning to this piece of text and I find it more important - and more comforting than ever.
I was not very fond of that book (Embers), I am sorry, nana. But I am definitely fond of the quote you translated.
And yes, lynx, I noticed it was the same guy. But you know, I was bored by le Colonel Chabert, you know, and yet I love Balzac.
So, maybe I will love the Herbarium ?
Thank you.
Thank you.
Köszönöm.
And please put it monthly that I don't forget it :D
Should I embroider it onto a pillowsham? :)
Back stitch or cross stitch? I vote for the good old-fashioned cross stitch. O, wait! Here I go.
Good idea. No, just draw it. I will-like the write it 100 times I wont swear on the teacher. :)
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