Sunday, December 29, 2013

Michael Ende- The Neverending Story: 2013. 12. 30

127. Humans live by beliefs. And beliefs can be manipulated. The power to manipulate beliefs is the only thing that counts.

When your turn comes to jump into the Nothing, you too will be a nameless servant of power, with no will of your own. Who knows what use they will make of you? Maybe you'll help them persuade people to buy things they don't need, or hate things they know nothing about, or hold beliefs that make them easy to handle, or doubt the truths that might save them.

The human world is full of weak-minded people, who think they're as clever as can be and are convinced that it's terribly important to persuade even the children that Fantastica doesn't exist.

He now realized that not only was Fantastica sick, but the human world as well. The two were connected. He had always felt this, though he could not have explained why it was so. He had never been willing to believe that life had to be as gray and dull as people claimed. He heard them saying: 'Life is like that,' but he couldn't agree. He never stopped believing in mysteries and miracles.

149. Only the right name gives beings and things their reality. A wrong name makes everything unreal. That's what lies do.

200. You must go from wish to wish. What you don't wish for will always be beyond your reach. That is what the words 'far' and 'near' mean in Fantastica. And wishing to leave a place is not enough. You must wish to go somewhere else and let your wishes guide you.

201. It means that you must do what you really and truly want. And nothing is more difficult.

By going the way of your wishes, from one to another, from first to last. It will take you to what you really and truly want.

It requires the greatest honesty and vigilance, because there's no other journey on which it's so easy to lose yourself forever.

323. Without a past you can't have a future.

368. He drank till his thirst was quenched. And joy filled him from head to foot, the joy of living and the joy of being himself. He was newborn. And the best part of it was that he was now the very person he wanted to be. If he had been free to choose, he would have chosen to be no one else. Because now he knew that there were thousands and thousands of forms of joy in the world, but that all were essentially one and the same, namely, the joy of being able to love.


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