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“C’est un samedi semblable à bien d’autres, pourtant unique. Sur la capitale, le ciel est dégagé, laissant au soleil levant le soin de chauffer les façades en pierre de taille. Une brume de chaleur s’étend au-dessus de la Seine, les pêcheurs matinaux se rafraîchissent le visage avec l’eau du fleuve. Sous le pont Alexandre III, quelques chanceux moulinent leur fil avec une carpe ou une grémille suffisamment naïve pour se piquer la lèvre sur leur hameçon. Ceux-là feront la fierté de leur femme et ils s’imaginent rentrer hardiment dans leur appartement, accueillis comme de réels héros pour avoir attrapé une proie de trois cents grammes tout au plus, qui nourrirait à peine un chaton. Mais le sourire de ces hommes se contemple avec beauté, car eux aussi seront bientôt chassés, mais ils ne s’en doutent pas. L’innocence des jours heureux se dessine sur leur visage.”

“C'est à René Cassin que nous devons le terme de droits « universels » et non « internationaux » comme le proposaient nos amis anglo-saxons. Car là est bien l'enjeu au sortir de la seconde guerre mondiale : s'émanciper des menaces que le totalitarisme a fait peser sur l'humanité. Pour s'en émanciper, il faut obtenir que les États membres de l'ONU s'engagent à respecter ces droits universels. C'est une manière de déjouer l'argument de pleine souveraineté qu'un État peut faire valoir alors qu'il se livre à des crimes contre l'humanité sur son sol. Ce fut le cas d'Hitler qui s'estimait maître chez lui et autorisé à provoquer un génocide.”

“C’est ça aussi, la vie. La vie, c’est qu’un jour je quitterai Pablo, ou Pablo me quittera. Je lui préférai quelqu’un ou il en aura marre de moi, et ce sera triste mais ce ne sera pas tragique. Et puis la tristesse passera, elle aussi, comme le bonheur, comme la vie, comme les souvenirs qu’on oublie pour moins souffrir ou qu’on mélange avec ceux des autres ou avec ses mensonges.”

“C'etait un jour de fete. Mais l'haine se repete. Laissez pas la peur dominer le coeur, Si on veut que l'amour soit vainqueur”

“C.J. had once believed that he understood who he was, what he was about, what he was capable of. But when the moment came to act upon these convictions, he discovered that his knowledge of self was faulty. Had his lack of killer instinct been a momentary lapse, first time jitters? Or was there more to it than that? If not the fearless, remorseless man he supposed himself to be, then just who was he?”

“C’mon, Barney,” said Lucy. “Can’t you give me something for the paper? A body in the water is big news.” Lowering his voice so only she could hear, he said, “It’s Old Dan. At least I think it is. It’s hard to tell.” “The body’s decomposed?” she asked. “You could say that.” “His face is gone?” Lucy knew that was common when a body had been in the water. Crabs and fish usually started with the bare skin of the face and hands. “More than his face,” said Barney. “His whole head’s gone.”

“C.S. Lewis in his second letter to me at Oxford, asked how it was that I, as a product of a materialistic universe, was not at home there. 'Do fish complain of the sea for being wet? Or if they did, would that fact itself not strongly suggest that they had not always been, or would not always be, purely aquatic creatures? Then, if we complain of time and take such joy in the seemingly timeless moment, what does that suggest? It suggests that we have not always been or will not always be purely temporal creatures. It suggests that we were created for eternity. Not only are we harried by time, we seem unable, despite a thousand generations, even to get used to it. We are always amazed by it--how fast it goes, how slowly it goes, how much of it is gone. Where, we cry, has the time gone? We aren't adapted to it, not at home in it. If that is so, it may appear as a proof, or at least a powerful suggestion, that eternity exists and is our home.”

“C. S. Lewis once observed that grief is not a state but a process. It’s a river that runs through a long valley, and at every turn a new landscape is revealed, and yet somehow it repeats and repeats. Periods of grief and suffering often shatter our basic assumptions about who we are and how life works. We tend to assume that the world is benevolent, that life is controllable, that things are supposed to make sense, that we are basically good people who deserve good things. Suffering and loss can blast all that to smithereens.”

“C'è anche chi dice: «Il tè è la bellezza formale della vita di un tempo». «E' il culmine delle arti giapponesi», pensano altri. Qualcuno, poi, ha scritto: «E' la religione della bellezza, nella quale si mira al vuoto attraverso la tenace pratica dell'otemae». «Un concentrato di saggezza esistenziale, incentrata sulle stagioni». «Uno stile zen»... Il tè ammette qualsiasi interpretazione. E allora anche alla mia visione corrisponde un mondo del tè. Forse il tè è un riflesso di ciascuno: ci sono tanti tè quante persone.”

“C'è chi pensa che l'amore sia la fine della strada, e che se si è abbastanza fortunati da trovarlo ci si ferma lì. Altri dicono che è come un burrone nel quale si precipita. Ma chiunque abbia vissuto almeno un po' sa che muta con il passare dei giorni, e secondo l'energia che gli si dedica, lo si conserva o ci si aggrappa, oppure lo si perde, ma a volte capita che non sia nemmeno mai stato lì, sin dall'inizio."( Questo bacio vada al mondo intero)”