Fjords Quotes

• I was walking along a path with two friends - the sun was setting - suddenly the sky turned blood red - I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence - there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city - my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety - and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

  Edvard Munch

  Fire, Blue, Blood

  Edvard Munch's Diary, January 22, 1892.

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• If one yearns to see the face of the Divine, one must break out of the aquarium, escape the fish farm, to go swim up wild cataracts, dive in deep fjords. One must explore the labyrinth of the reef, the shadows of the lily pads. How limiting, how insulting to think of God as a benevolent warden, an absentee hatchery manager who imprisons us in the 'comfort' of artificial pools, where intermediaries sprinkle our restrictive waters with sanitized flakes of processed nutriment.

  Tom Robbins

  God, Thinking, Aquariums

  Tom Robbins (2003). “Skinny Legs and All”, p.195, Bantam

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• We can't win against obsession. They care, we don't. They win.

  Douglas Adams

  Winning, Psychology, Care

  Douglas Adams (2009). “Life, the Universe and Everything”, p.75, Pan Macmillan

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• I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous infinite scream of nature.

  Edvard Munch

  Tired, Fire, Blood

  Edvard Munch, José María Faerna (1996). “Munch”, Harry N. Abrams

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• We're not obsessed by anything, you see," insisted Ford. "..." "And that's the deciding factor. We can't win against obsession. They care, we don't. They win." "I care about lots of things," said Slartibartfast, his voice trembling partly with annoyance, but partly also with uncertainty. "Such as?" "Well," said the old man, "life, the Universe. Everything, really. Fjords." "Would you die for them?" "Fjords?" blinked Slartibartfast in surprise. "No." "Well then." "Wouldn't see the point, to be honest.

  Douglas Adams

  Winning, Men, Voice

  Douglas Adams (2017). “The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Omnibus: A Trilogy in Four Parts”, p.357, Pan Macmillan

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• I was walking along a road one evening – on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went down – the clouds were stained red, as if with blood. I felt as though the whole of nature was screaming – it seemed as though I could hear a scream. I painted that picture, painting the clouds like real blood. The colours screamed.

  Edvard Munch

  Real, Clouds, Blood

  Edvard Munch, Elvira Maluquer, Caja de Pensiones para la Vejez y de Ahorros. Centre Cultural (1986). “Much: catàleg de l'exposició 1863-1944 : 27 de gener-22 de març, 1987”

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• There is no more sagacious animal than the Icelandic horse. He is stopped by neither snow, nor storm, nor impassable roads, nor rocks, glaciers, or anything. He is courageous, sober, and surefooted. He never makes a false step, never shies. If there is a river or fjord to cross (and we shall meet with many) you will see him plunge in at once, just as if he were amphibious, and gain the opposite bank.

  Jules Verne

  Horse, Animal, Rocks

  Jules Verne (2016). “EXTRAORDINARY JOURNEYS “ Complete Collection: 41 Adventure Classics in One Volume (Illustrated): Science Fiction, Adventure, Mystery and Suspense: Journey to the Centre of the Earth, From the Earth to the Moon, Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea and many more”, p.363, e-artnow

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• And the view was suddenly clear to me. The world opened out to its grim beyonds and I realized that, at forty, one must learn the rigors of acceptance. Capitalize it: Acceptance. I needed to accept what was put before me--be it a watery grave in Ireland's only natural fjord, or a return to the city and its grayer intensities, or a wordless exile in some steaming Cambodian swamp hole, or poems or no poems, or children or not, lovers or not, illness or otherwise, success or its absence. I would accept all that was put in my way, from here on through until I breathed my last.

  Kevin Barry

  Children, Acceptance, Views

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• Bonnie who had never hurt a - a harmless thing for malice. Bonnie who was like a kitten making airy pounces at no prey at all. Bonnie with her hair that was called something strawberry but that looked simply as if it was on fire. Bonnie of the translucent skin with the delicate violet fjords and estuaries of veins all over her throat and inner arms. Bonnie who had lately taken to looking at him sideways with her large childlike eyes big and brown under lashes like stars...

  L. J. Smith

  Hurt, Stars, Taken

  L J Smith (2010). “Nightfall”, p.100, Hachette UK

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• I took four years off after 'In the Cut' because I wanted to see who I'd be without work. I even tried being a hermit in the wilderness in New Zealand. I stayed in a warden's hut two-and-a-half hours off the Routeburn Track through the fjords on the South Island. It was early winter, so there was no electricity or running water.

  Jane Campion

  Running, Winter, Cutting

  "Jane Campion: 'I make films so I can have fun with the characters'". Interview with Peter Conrad, www.theguardian.com. October 17, 2009.

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